#ocean unmissed

[sunfishsiestalah]

[lizziesfirstwife]

Yearning

✿ neteyam x fem!reader ✿

➳ summary: neteyam and you have been crushing on each other for the longest time, with a lot of built-up tension. However, neither of you expected his parents to get in the way of your love.

➳ warnings: him and reader aged up, tiny bit of angst, mention of readers parents being dead, neteyam and you pining over eachother, slight talks about arranged marriage/ mates if you squint, fluff at the end

➳ note: this is my first avatar work, so please be nice! Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated <3

You were fed up. Fed up with his longing stares, and especially with the looks the other villagers gave you. Like you couldn't hear the whispers. As if you couldn't feel their condescending looks. Him staring at you only made matters worse for the fact.

Neteyam couldn't care less about the villagers. Hell, he didn't even know what exactly they were whispering about. Their disparaging looks didn't make it too difficult to figure out, though. You were perfect in his eyes. You had never judged him when he cried in your arms at night, while he let down the long-since-built walls, constructed as a consequence of his father's harsh words.

Neytiri could only shake her head, amazed at the similarities between her firstborn and her husband. They were both lovable, but when it came to showing that love outwardly to those they loved, embarrassment appeared quicker than she could shoot an arrow. Too many times she's had to wake you up late at night and send you home when you and Neteyam have been fooling around late into the night about some topic she thought was silly, and ended up falling asleep half on top of one another. A true masterpiece, as she would call it. And not infrequently, an unmissable blush would appear on Neteyam's cheeks as soon as she would mention it. With the number of times this already has happened, Jake was more than confused about the sudden change of color on his son's face, only for Neytiri to displeasingly shake her head. Sully boys and love, like she said.

For the two of you, there was only one thing: you would make fun of his little brother for the rest of your days. As friends. What else?

Your parents died in an attack by the sky people just before the Sullys decided to seek out another clan for the safety of their people. You didn't let go of Neteyam's arms for nights on end, and even though your nails were digging into his back, almost painfully, and his chest was smooth with tears, he never sent you away. It wasn't a difficult decision to go with him. Who else did you have?

✿

You walked arm in arm along the beach. The sun shone down on you relentlessly, pleasantly beating down your hair, and warming your skin. You could still feel the freezing wind that blew over the sea, grateful more than ever for the weather Eywa blessed you with after your long journey. Thanks to Neteyam, you had a not-too-hard time arriving, Tuk however took it the hardest. The eight-year-old still refused to make friends her age, instead clinging to her siblings whenever possible. Jake and Neytiri were usually too busy with clan affairs, which hit the youngest harder than she admitted. Lo'ak, however, preferred to spend his time with a certain curly-haired Na'vi. Surely it wasn't on purpose, but an eight-year-old would hardly understand that. Kiri was mostly out in the ocean anyway and didn't come back until late in the evening with a handful of accessories. No way you had a problem taking care of her! But in moments like these, when you were just a girl and Neteyam just a boy with no responsibilities, you were grateful more than ever for Eywa's blessing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a prick in your upper left arm. A grin crossed Neteyam's face as you darted around to him, eyes narrowed and mouth wide open. He just shrugged his shoulders. "You could have just said no instead of scaring the hell out of me...looked like your mind left your body." You rolled your eyes. Neteyam has always been the more dramatic of the two of you, which has often shown to not be helpful in the most harmless situations. Neither of you would ever forget the incident with the pa'li, nor Neytiri's 3-hour-long debark. Since then you have never dared to ride one of these creatures again, which couldn't be said of Neteyam. Of course not. He needed adventure like air to breathe, and adventure needed him just as equally.

His long fingers wandered from your shoulder to your waist, where they lingered comfortably. You couldn't help but feel how your breath quickened and your body tingled where it touched Neteyam's. You prayed to Eywa that he couldn't feel how fast your heart was beating. More and more often lately, the eldest Sully boy didn't even have to touch you to get that kind of reaction out of you. But when he touched you... Suddenly you were very aware of his big hand on your waist, the way his fingers dug into the flesh...

"Y/N? Y/N! Wiya, you did it again! Seems like you don't even want to listen to me anymore..."

Pushing the inappropriate thoughts out of your head, you shook your head violently. "Teyam, no! It's just... I don't know. Everything feels so different lately. As if this peace were just a cruel dream, and we could wake up to reality at any moment."

His gaze softened, gently pulling you towards him so that your entire left half was now pressed against his right. "If this was a dream, I'd be glad you were in it. Maybe this is just a dream, so what? Then this would be the best dream ever." He playfully pinched your waist, which elicited an angry squeak. Quickly he averted his eyes and cleared his throat, missing the way your entire face was blushing. Eywa, this must certainly be a dream, he thought. He swallowed hard, looked up at the sky, and then back into your eyes. "My mom keeps asking about you. I think if you don't come to dinner tonight she'll wring my neck herself."

You grinned. "That would be too bad..." He looked at you in mock indignation but couldn't help the laughter that escaped his throat. "So, you'll come? For my mom?", he asked, looking at you with his puppy eyes. Your knees almost buckled at the sight, but you managed to look at him with a pursed mouth. "For your mom? Neteyam, if that's just another excuse to put those nasty leaves in my food that give me a rash-" "It was one time! Lo'ak threatened to push me off my ikran the next time we would have a mission again!", he interrupted you, but quickly closed his mouth when he saw the look in your eyes. Sometimes you were more like his mother than he would have liked. He had apologized to you for hours at the time and sat in front of your tent for 2 days because you had given him the cold shoulder. He could take it that you were mad at him, but it felt as if some part of him was missing when you weren't with him. There was a heavy storm at the time, and he would probably have frozen to death from all the rain and wind if you hadn't dragged him into your tent with your own hands and forced him to eat. He refused to even touch the food until you accepted his apology. Eywa, could he be stubborn...

Slowly you started to walk on, dragging Neteyam with you. You couldn't stay mad at him for long. Not your Neteyam. You breathed in slowly and audibly, a smile again creeping its way onto your face. "How could I ever turn down your mother's food..."

✿

"And then Neteyam here said that he didn't have to bathe for 2 weeks as a protest, just because I pointed out to him that he would scare away the whole prey with such a stench," Neytiri said with a full mouth, a handful of bladder polyps on her plate. The plant's salty taste was delicious, leaving a tingling sensation on your tongue after you chew and swallow it. Jake once compared its taste to the one of a pickle, whatever that was.

Neteyam's face flushed, his eyes grazing yours to see if you even caught his mother's words. He was suddenly very aware of your proximity. How your thigh grazed his, or the sweet smell of the perfume that Tsireya must have given you. He would always prefer your natural scent but still could only pray that his body wouldn't betray him during the duration of this meal. He prayed.

Jake cleared his throat and almost all conversation ceased except for Kiri's soft chatter with Tuk. He admonished the two with a quick look but didn't bother any further with their talk. "This wonderful dinner, prepared by my wonderful mate", he said with a loving gaze toward Neytiri, "finally gives us a chance to get together again. There is much that needs to be talked about, some urgent matters that take priority." Neteyam looked at him warily, not quite taking his gaze off of you yet. Jake was now facing Neteyam, who was switching from looking at you and his father. "As you surely know, the time has come in your life when you have to make certain decisions. Coupled with the rumors going around... Neteyam, you need a mate."

He could have also set fire to the tent, and thrown the entirety of you into the ocean. The sound that escaped from your throat sounded almost outraged. Neteyam swallowed hard, trying to hide the sweat from his hands. There was no way his father chose to have this conversation the one time you agreed on having dinner with him.

"Do we have to have this conversation when Y/N's over?"

"Don't worry, Y/N was expected to have this conversation in a few days as well. Having her eat here with us today only avoids unnecessary complications," Jake dismissed. Neytiri had a look in her eyes that you couldn't read, looking down at her plate vehemently. Tuk's and Kiri's conversation had also fallen silent in the meantime, the two girls now doing the same as their mother, although you could see Tuk sneakily glancing up at what her father was saying.

Neteyam shook his head, but Jake warned him with a look you've seen all too often on the father's face. "Rumors are floating around Neteyam... rumors that you've already chosen someone. Do you know how much concern these rumors are causing? And guess who the number 1 guess is." You knew he meant you. And from the way Neteyams ears twitched, you knew that he was aware of that too.

Neteyam hoped that if everyone saw him with you, they would finally understand that he wasn't interested in anyone else, and certainly never would be. But it rather seemed like it had the opposite effect.

Jake's gaze softened a bit after looking at his wife's reaction. It seemed like she wasn't particularly excited to have this conversation, particularly not with you there to witness it. "I don't want to deprive you of your freedom of choice by any means son, but since you refuse to take Y/N as your-", he started, but Neteyam interrupted him with a snarl. "How many times do I have to tell you that we're friends? Friends! You act like the clan will throw us out if I don't choose a woman tomorrow." But the head of the family did not put up with any arguments. He raised his hand to signal Neteyam to be quiet. "We're lucky the clan took us so well. And surely no one cares that you're still unmated, but do you really want people to start talking? Especially about Y/N, who certainly has nothing to do with your situation."

Neteyam said nothing. He just looked down at his plate, defeated, all appetite driven away. It shouldn't bother you that much. You guys were friends after all, best friends if you can put it that way. But that he preferred to be the number one topic of conversation, instead of even considering mating with you...

No. No. No. You couldn't think like that. It was Neteyam after all! Your accommodating, incredibly considerate Neteyam, whom you would like to wring his neck for all the feelings he aroused in you. You didn't even notice your feet carrying you out of the tent, nor Neytiri's worried look, or Tuk's plaintive call of your name.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe it wasn't just Neteyam who needed adventure in his life to survive. And perhaps it was Neteyam who was the real adventure in your life. Who was your adventure...

✿

The waves were unusually calm as you were sitting on the sand with Tsireya by your side as if Eywa sensed how shaken you were. It has been a week since the incident at the Sullys. You were thankful more than ever to have your own tent, as you didn't want any confrontation with Neteyam or his parents yet. You weren't sure if you would ever want that. Tsireya must have noticed your sudden change in mood because she said nothing, instead sitting next to you while the two of you worked on a necklace. She firmly believed that being creative and doing something was a great help against bad moods. And truly, you haven't felt at peace like that since before the dinner a week ago.

Your fingers almost hurt from the repeating motion you had to do to create the certain pearl pattern you wanted in your necklace, when you suddenly heard voices behind you. No no no. Your field of vision was suddenly blocked from the sun, and you had to tilt your neck uncomfortably to face the source of your problems. Of course, your moment of peace had to be interrupted by him. Neteyam Sully had his hands clasped behind his back and his expression seemed blank, were it not for the small smile that had long been reserved just for you. Tsireya looked back and forth between you, asking you with a silent look if this was okay with you. You just nodded slightly, never taking your eyes off Neteyam. Taking the hint, she took her unfinished necklace and quietly snuck away.

Neteyam looked after her until she disappeared from his sight, and then took the spot next to you where Tsireya just sat. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes until he finally spoke. "You know, my mom almost killed me when I didn't run after you." You didn't say anything, which he took with a nod and the sign to continue. "I never really paid attention to girls when I grew up. Why should I when I grew up with the best of them?" You slowly turned to him and realized that his eyes were on you. You almost stood up, if his eyes didn't have that pleading look in them. So you just continued to listen.

"I've never questioned my disinterest in girls growing up, thinking that the right one just hadn't walked into my life yet. But I was stupid, so stupid. Eywa, I probably still am." You couldn't help but grin at his words, and he laughed at how easily he could coax a reaction out of you. Slowly, not wanting to scare you away, he slipped his hands into yours so that you were now facing him. "Y/N... I never saw it. I never understood why my parents never wanted to stop teasing me about you. But I guess I didn't want to see it. Didn't want to realize that there was a possibility, a big one at that, that you might not feel the same as I do." Your heart was beating wildly, and you thought for a moment that he could hear how wildly it was beating, how wildly it was beating for him, when his gaze slid to your chest and then up again. He gently squeezed your hand, unconsciously stroking the back of your hand with his thumb soothingly.

You knew what he was getting at, the look in his eyes almost unbearable. You didn't know what you were supposed to say, your throat feeling tight all of a sudden, unable to get any sound out of it. So you just scooted closer to him, your chest now barely touching his. "I always thought there was something wrong with me. That I wasn't in a position to like the chief's son even a little bit more than his best friend should. But..." You looked up at him desperate, gazing at his lips for a short second. His pupils dilated with something indescribable at seeing your flushed cheeks and blown eyes. You could have sworn that the air around you was buzzing. No words needed to be said as you two stared at each other, no words to express the magnitude of feelings that existed between you.

"Neteyam, I-"

"I see you Y/N."

You sat there with a dumbfounded look on your face, mouth wide open at the fact that he shamelessly interrupted your confession. Part of you wanted to smack him in the chest for that, but you were sure that any more physical contact would make your heart actually fail. He saw you. He is seeing you.

Neteyam didn't know how you managed to smile that hard, or how his heart could beat as hard as it was right now, but Eywa would he put up with it a thousand times more if it meant he would be able to see that look on your face again.

"I see you too, skxawng."

You didn't want to think of all the consequences that this moment would bring, or how tomorrow would be after you woke up and the situation would sink in your head.

You were right. He was your adventure, but you were also his. He needed adventure like he needed air to breathe, and for the first time in ages, it felt like he was finally able to again.

With you.

[kurogxrix]

Feels Like We’re Oceans Apart ( I. )

Ao’nung x Sully!reader x Sully!family

IN WHICH Ao’nung was dared to date the eldest Sully daughter with vitiligo, while Jake and Neytiri face the hells of parenthood with a child that’s different from others.

WC: 6k

Warnings: bullying, violence, misunderstandings, Jake and Neytiri trying their bests ok.

You were born different, just like your little siblings Lo’ak and Kiri. Though their only peculiar features were their five fingers and hairy eyebrows, given their human genes. You were a little more than that, a little more than what the na’vi could handle. They had no issues welcoming a five-fingered baby into their clan, mainly because they were ruled by one. 

It was a whole different story when Neytiri had announced the birth of an oddly coloured baby. Presented under the curious eyes of the clan, they watched as Jake held a tiny baby clutched to his chest. Your skin was initially dark blue just like theirs, but it was the strangely arranged white spots on your body that troubled them. 

It was nothing like what they had seen before, and so their minds could only jump to conclusions. They weren’t familiar yet foreign to the existence of albino na’vis, but accusing Neytiri of being unfaithful to her mate was far-fetched. Mo’at and Neytiri were scared to death once you were born, face to face with a spotted baby. They both feared that you were born with some incurable diseases, which was not too far from the truth.

At least on this planet. Jake took his time to reassure his crying mate, telling Neytiri that it was not necessarily normal, but you weren’t dying. A trip to the human’s lab and a long series of explanations from Norm had reassured the both of them even more. Vitiligo was what the scientists at the lab had diagnosed you with. For them, upon visual inspection it was obvious of what you were suffering from. 

“Stop moving, you little-“ the 13 year old Neteyam tried to restrain himself from cursing at you as you struggled in his arms. You were about a year younger than Neteyam, and his arms were still lanky and thinner than imaginable at the time, so holding you back was definitely harder than he could’ve imagined. 

You were relentless, aggressive almost as you fought the invading urge to bite your way out of his embrace. But no, you couldn’t. Not again, not when your father stood a few metres in front of you as he stared you down with those unruly eyes of his. He looked at you as though you were some sort of stranger for a second, his eyes filling with an unfamiliar look before snapping out of it definitively. It was like Jake finally realised that it was his own daughter that was standing before him, and his ears dropped at the thought. 

Blood dripped from his aching ear, the sounds of liquid plopping against the floor went unmissed by your heightened hearing. The two puncture holes in your father’s ears were the magnet of attention in the room, all eyes set on his injury like it was the most interesting sight of all year. All before he brought a hand up to rub the dribbling blood away, making his wound more visible before another bead of fresh blood covered the holes once more.  

Neytiri simply stood beside her husband, little care towards his injury for the moment as she stared at her distressed daughter. You looked so out of it, and none of them could understand why. She felt Jake move away from his current spot, their shoulders brushing as the contact brought her back from her thinking. Neytiri watched as Jake walked towards you, inevitably calming you down slightly as he kneeled before Neteyam and you.

Your older brother almost dropped to his knees and started praying to the Great-Mother for the rest, his arms loosening around you just a little. The room was quiet enough for you to properly hear the shuffling of your smaller siblings, cluttered together at this side of your tent. 

You felt your father’s hand come to lay upon your hair, caressing your hair lovingly in an attempt at soothing your nerves. Though you shied away from his touch at first, you allowed him to keep his hand there. 

“You wanna tell me why you did that.” Jake tried again, his left ear fluttering involuntarily as he referred to his new injury. Never would he have thought that today was the day where he’d get physically assaulted by his own daughter, but parenthood is all about surprises. 

His free hand came to rest on Neteyam’s shoulders, still being able to reach it from his kneeling position. Your father pushed your brother gently away from you, freeing you from his light embrace. Under his upclose stare, you couldn’t help but fiddle with your fingers like a little kid after getting caught sneaking candy. Your eyes bounced around the whole room, not once meeting his own. 

You remained silent as you knew that he didn’t specifically want to talk about his injury, but rather why you had done it. It was all a blur of emotions, a rush of feelings that your father had interrupted. To him you were acting like a brat, but it was so much more than that to you. More of a realistic realisation than a childish tantrum. 

Earlier this day, you had been spending time with a certain boy in the clan during an excursion. His name was Rangya, born a soft boy at heart in contrast to his stern father. He was nice and unlike the other kids in the clan, and you found peace in his presence. Eventually one thing led to the other, and the both of you strayed further away from your youth adventuring group.

It was dangerous out here for 2 kids of your age to be wandering around alone, and it didn’t take long for the group leaders to notice your disappearance. It was to your bad luck and stupidity that your father was a warrior, not even to mention the olo’eyktan, so it was his duty to go on the lookout for the both of you. His heart picked up the pace once he had heard your name coming out of the distressed woman’s name, who she was supposed to be keeping an eye on your class.

Surely Jake would give her a good talk later about it, but for now his own daughter and some kid were alone in the ruthless forest. Truth to be told, your adoration towards the boy ran a little further than a stupid childhood crush. No, instead you admired Rangya for his many traits at such a young age. He was undeniably the smartest and nicest person that you had ever met in the Omaticaya clan, and letting go of that could only be a fool’s mistake. 

Though as time strayed and the sun cleared behind the moon, you failed to realise the way that the world was getting darker around you. Instead your new goal was to examine every single plant that surrounded the both of you, your hand clasped tightly into the young boy’s as he reassured you that it was only for your protection. 

Now Jake was just there at the wrong time to catch an image of the wrong thing. It wasn’t like your hand in Rangya’s could be interpreted as anything else, or the fact that your faces were a little too close for comfort. It wasn’t that he was mad at you or the poor boy. Daughters had stupid, young boyfriends that father’s were opposed to, that’s how it usually went. At least that’s what he had thought that your relationship was labelled as. Matter of fact he had not even been visibly upset at you, but when he had demanded that you leave the boy and return back home, you knew that it was the end of it. 

That once you arrived back home, your father would tell you that you had to cut off whatever dumb relationship that there was between Rangya and you. And so you did whatever you could to make the moment last, struggled, kicked and argued with your dad to put you back down as he had picked you up after you had refused to walk back home with him. 

Jake’s eyebrows furrowed with frustration as you reacted in such a way. You’ve always been a calm kid, just like your big brother Neteyam. Though he had always thanked the Great-Mother that you were unlike his youngest son, because Eywa knew how much of a menacing duo you both would be. Now it confused him to no end as you kicked and cried in his arms, desperation thick in your voice as you begged for him to put you down. 

Though he denied you of that right, instead dragging your breaking down frame back to your family tent. Chaos striked before Jake could even reach Bob, his loyal ikran. The sudden throbbing of his ear had caught him totally off guard, a hand unravelling from where he was currently holding you to hold onto his aching ear. It had not one single moment come to his mind that the perpetrator could’ve been you, but a single look at you had sold you out. 

The crimson liquid that ran down the swell of your fangs was a dead giveaway, and the blood that covered Jake’s hand as he pulled it back down was like more evidence. If he hadn’t been angry at you before because of your bratty behaviour, then he sure as hell was now. He was livid, ears flung back painfully as it pressed onto his new injury. The top of his lips were pulled back in some sort of angry expression that he was trying to keep in. 

You would’ve been lying if you said that you weren’t scared shitless on the way back home. The way that your father’s nostrils were flaring, and the fact that he refused to look at you once until you reached your family tent. 

The recollection of earlier memories and the overwhelming feeling of your dad unknowingly pressuring you was too much. Too much for your little mind and frail heart to manage, for you had always been fragile at heart. Just like your mother, you had no fear in expressing your feelings physically rather than verbally. 

Jake can’t help the frustrated sigh that leaves his mouth as he watches your ears fill up with tears, unable to tell him anything that he wishes to hear. He dipped his head all the way down to his chest as his hand dropped from your hair, exhaling once too quickly to regain his senses. You missed it as quickly as it came, the comforting feeling of your father’s touch. Your fingers were intertwined together as you fiddled anxiously with them, afraid once more of what your father thought of you. 

“Fine, cmon lets just go and get checked up with grandma okay?” he asks rhetorically as he stands up, dusting his clean knees as a stress habit. He walked all the way towards the tent’s doors, barely having time to step a foot outside before his wife’s booming voice rang through his ears. 

“Ma Jake, please just calm down for a second! You’re moving too fast and we can’t just leave Tuk here with them, they’re just kids!” Neytiri gritted her teeth as she scolded her husband, his eyebrows furrowed further than he thought they could as he listened to her. She bent down before you to pick you up into her arms, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck as she hoisted you up alongside herself.

What she was saying was true, Jake was truly going overboard and leaving their 5 year old daughter with their other young children was not all the most responsible. Although they all knew that Neteyam was more than able to take care of his family, they wished not to burden him anymore. He was spent from the hectic day of events that he had spent, and it was not fair to bear him of more responsibilities that were not his to care for. 

But Jake was spent as well, he’s had a rough day and the churn of events that he had thought would be a nice and relaxing night with his family had truly roughed him up even more. 

“Maybe we wouldn’t have to if we didn’t have to take such intense care of that child of yours!” he points a finger towards your mother accusingly, asif you were only her child. Asif it hadn’t taken the both of them to conceive you, like you weren’t his daughter. Though as quick as the words are to leave his mouth, he regrets them. He regrets the way Neytiri falls silent under his traitorous words, or the way you try to hide further into her neck in fear of catching a glimpse at your father’s angry expression. 

He sighs again, and your ears cling further to your head at the sound of it. Jake’s expression falls at your body language, ear laid back, tail flat in between your legs and the undeniable sounds of your hushed sobbing. It breaks his heart that you cry because of him, that he had allowed such words to escape him. He’s scared you had mistaken his sigh as a sign of disappointment, and he’s much more scared of the death glare that his wife was giving him.

Though he didn't meet her eyes yet out of fear, he brought a hand back onto your head. As awkward as he always was while expressing himself, it doesn’t even feel like he’s able to mutter any sort of apology to you at the moment, and you feel your heart ache at the fact. 

“Watch your mouth.” Neytiri grits out at Jake, teeth firmly grinding together as she speaks. She spoke out every syllable with a pricised articulation so he could hear every single one of her words right. She was angry, undeniably at her husband but now was no time to dwell on things. The faster that they would get ready to leave, the faster that Mo’at could get you checked up and you could all return back home to a good night's sleep. 

-

The days after your little unexplained temper tantrum had been unexpectedly quiet for you. Unlike your ongoing personality around your parents, and your usual loudmouth that just loved to talk back to your dad, you were as silent as a rock. Your father had not even gotten to apologise yet, because Eywa knew how awkward he would be added to the fact that you refused to speak to any of them. 

It was obvious that you were avoiding them just as you were avoiding the other kids in the clan. You complained each time that your mom forced you to leave the tent, and that was about the only time where you’d be audible. Neytiri was overwhelmed with the undying fear that she played a part in sending you into some sort of mutism. She cried to your father at night, when they were supposed to be enjoying their night between lovers as they laid under the stars. 

She just couldn’t shake the worries away, no matter how much time passed. Until one day she brought up to Jake what she had overheard about you. She had dragged Jake outside of their tent, watching you from the corners of her eyes as you played with your handcrafted dolls. It worried Jake that Neytiri looked so on edge, asif she had heartbreaking news to deliver to him. And that was exactly that. 

It didn’t take long for your mother to catch onto what the other kids in the clan were saying about you. Her ears pinning tightly against her skull as she heard the nasty nickname coming out of a child’s mouth, one that was designated for you. Not to add to the fact that their parents already thought you were the spawn of the devil himself, confused as to why Eywa had blessed you with life. It broke her heart to pieces because she couldn’t do anything about it, no matter how much she reprimanded those kids and their parents, no matter how many times she scolded them. Kids will be kids, and you’d always be the ‘ugliest girl in the clan’. 

No amount of herbal paste would change your disorder and no amount of grovelling would erase what those kids had said about you. Though in Neytiri’s eyes, she’s always believed you were as beautiful as the sun. As every mother thinks of her children, she thought that you were blessed by Eywa with an utter beauty. But not everyone had eyes like your mother, they were cursed with the blindness of judgement. Neytiri would never fail to remind you of how good you looked in her eyes, that you were born special for a reason. That other kids picked on you because they were basic, and you were unique. 

She poured tears as she spoke the same words as those kids to your father, wondering how anyone could be so heartless to her daughter. How anyone had the guts to talk down the child that she had carried for so many months, and birthed under the protection of the Great-Mother. How parents could allow their kids to speak ill of you in such a way, she’d never understand. 

Jake connected the dots in his head, thinking that maybe that’s why you had acted the way that you had on that day. Maybe because you were ‘the ugliest girl in the clan’ or maybe it was because Rangya didn’t think so of you. He didn’t believe that you were what those kids had nicknamed you as, and Jake had selfishly ripped that away from you. 

Though he believed that he was in the right, because no child of 12 years needed a boyfriend anyway. He should’ve just let you be, maybe then you would’ve realised so on your own. You would notice that the only reason why you wanted to be with that boy was because he didn’t treat you like the others. But now it was too late for that, and your father had stripped you from the potential future that awaited you with this boy. 

He let out a grunt of disappointment, moreso towards him than towards the guilty children. He couldn’t help his gaze from flickering from his sobbing mate that he was hugging tightly against his chest, and back towards your innocent frame that was still playing inside of the tent. Kiri was now next to you, brugudly so as her eyerolls said. 

She held one of your wooden dolls in one of her hands, moving it comically as she played around with yours. There was a glint of something else behind those annoyed eyes of hers, some sort of hidden glee. Perhaps not because she was playing with those stupid toys of yours, definitely not that. Maybe it was because she was the first one that you had slightly opened to ever since the incident, and Kiri felt pride in the fact that it was her. 

She was happy to know that you felt safe enough in her presence that you didn’t completely close yourself off whenever you were near her. 

Not long after Jake’s little outburst and a long trip to grandma Mo’at’s tent, she felt disappointment seeping deep within her heart once she couldn’t find anything physically wrong with you. There was nothing wrong in your system that drove you to act in such a way, and it annoyed her to no end that she could not do anything to help her first granddaughter. 

A trip to Norm’s lab was what had been recommended to Neytiri from Jake, and after a long time of overthinking it, she declared that there was no other way. Human technology was definitely more advanced than whatever the na’vi had, and maybe they’d have an answer for what Jake and Neytiri were silently looking for. 

Norm had said that he was no therapist, but it was obvious that the teasing and bullying of kids had affected you in worse ways than they would have imagined. 

And all the while you tried to ignore their sympathetic gazes as Norm explained these things to them. You didn’t want your parents to feel this way for you, you didn’t want to feel this way anymore. You didn’t like becoming an emotional wreck everytime that some stupid kid that you didn’t know made a comment about your different skin. 

Eventually, you grew to accept that the teasing would never cease as long as your vitiligo was part of you. And you also came to terms that your disorder would always be part of you, so what was the point of grieving over something that you couldn’t help? Therefor, you just grew away from it, accepting that maybe this was how you had to live your life. That you'd never experience that wholehearted love that your parents shared.

In the long run, your father and you had managed to come to good terms again. After months of longing silence, you were the first one that had made a move, pleading for his forgiveness because of how you had acted on that day. Though Jake was quick to stop you, putting aside his lack of confidence in the comforting domain as he held you tightly into his arms, apologising on his side. 

Now you stood at 17, arguments and disputes between your father and you now long forgotten. Your vitiligo was still very much there and visible upon your smooth skin, not that you had expected it to lessen in the few years that had passed anyway. You were slightly happier now, despite the kid’s teasing still being present and active, you tried to pay them less attention. 

It didn’t escape you that you were still ‘the ugliest girl in the clan’, but you’d pretend like it didn’t affect you for as long as you had to stay in this clan. You didn’t want for more trouble to rise in your home, so you played it off as though the words didn’t  affect you. When in reality, there were nights where you stayed up to watch the stars all up by yourself, your mind elsewhere as the soothing sound of the river flow calmed your nerves. You’d imagine a potential future with someone that loved you for what you were, with a couple of kids and a big home that would welcome you at the end of the day. 

A future where you’d have someone to kiss and call you pretty at your wake, but they were all just dreams after all. Some alternate reality that your mind had made up to deal with everything that was going on in your life and you had no other option than to just accept that fact. 

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Upon dismounting your Ikran on the warm beach of Awa’atlu, you could already sense that your family’s presence wasn’t fancied. Your feet had not even had time to brush against the fine grains of sand before thousands of eyes were already turned towards you. Though being the people that you were, it was hard to feel uncomfortable under so many weary stares. However, something about some new sets of eyes ogling you all for the first time felt unsettling.

You stood straight between your two brothers, your rider’s mask still on your face as you tried to keep your posture up to prove that you feared them not.  A quick look around was enough to tell you that this place was beautiful, even though you hadn’t even visited the best parts of it yet. Though it was not home, it would do for now if it meant that staying here kept your family safe. 

The clan leaders were unaccepting at first, well at least Ronal was. It was clear that she didn’t want any of you here, and by her fierce stare, you were no exception. Her eyes visibly widened as she rounded your family, finally falling upon your frame. Her eyes explored your body with no shame, excluded of all crudeness. There was some sort of curiosity and disgust that swirled muddled up in her eyes as she examined you from head to toe. 

Ronal grabbed onto your forearm roughly, shoving you in front of your huddled family group so the whole clan could see you. You couldn’t help but lower your head to your chest in an attempt to hide from their sickening gazes, but their sounds of opposition fell loud to your ears. She pointed out your discoloured patches to the people as though it wasn’t visible upon first look. It made you feel little, the fact that it was people that didn’t even know you, judging you for how you looked. Judging you for the white patches of skin that covered your entire body like an art piece, but to them you were not worthy of that title. 

You could hear the growl of your mother in between all, and the one that Ronal sent her back in hostility. 

An intense feeling of dread was swirling through your chest, what if your family wasn’t given uturu because of you? What would happen then, would you be forced to look for another option of a temporary home? Or was this the only one you could afford from now? Never ending questions ran through your mind as you felt the soft touch of your mother’s hand upon your wrist, slowly pulling you back towards her as Ronal retook her place besides her mate. 

You couldn’t even look your mother in the face after that, too afraid and ashamed of what the Olo’eyktan’s judgement could be because of you. Though you missed the pitiful glances that your family had casted upon you, Tonowari had seemed to have compassion for your family, one that Ronal did not share but had to live within. 

Soon enough, Tonowari had introduced you to his entire family, and a friend of theirs that looked like the sweetest boy that you’ve ever met. He had a mop of curly hair sitting atop of his head, complimenting him well. 

Tsireya was the nicest, a literal guardian angel sent by Eywa herself to watch over your family. Her eyes held no judgement and her words were genuine, so you felt more than comfortable whenever you were with her. It didn’t escape you and your big brother that Lo’ak had already developed a crush on the girl, she was charming and heavenly, you couldn’t really blame him. 

But when an angel’s near, the devil strays not far behind, and he himself was Ao’nung. It was already bad enough sharing the same age and air as this absolute menace, given that he was just like his mother had made everything 10 times worse. He hated your family based on the minimal interaction that you had in those few minutes of introductions. To say that he had some sort of special hatred towards Lo’ak, Kiri and you was an understatement.

He seemed to loathe you even more based on the  fact that his father had picked him to train you, given that you need to adjust to the Metkayina ways. 

Despite everything, the first week in Awa’atlu was literal hell. It was hard to adapt no matter how much you all tried, and the rude eyes of the Metkayina followed you around like a bunch of predators. You were sick and tired of the attention, you just couldn’t escape it. It didn’t matter if it was here or back in the Omaticaya clan, you just wished that you could be invisible to the people.

Now that you’ve hit the 3 weeks mark, too much has happened for you to even recall properly. The amount of fights between Lo’ak and Ao’nung that Neteyam and you had to break apart was uncountable, and facing your father at the end of the day was something that you dreaded more than anything. Added to your mother’s constant nagging at you to stay low, because she feared of how the people would treat you if you did one wrong thing in their eyes. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t fear for her other kids’ safety as well, especially in a clan that she knew little about, with people that didn’t necessarily like you all. She was a little more wary about you, because if you had been treated badly in your previous clan, who knew what this one had in stock for you. She wasn’t blind to the constant staring each time that you’d leave the marui alongside her, she just didn’t like thinking about it. 

Neytiri prays every night for the Great-Mother to lift some burdens off your shoulders. To let you rest at night without having to worry about what other people are saying behind your back, to let you feel normal for just one night. Because she knew that no matter her words, there would always be a longing in your heart to be like them, like everyone else. 

“Do you think this one looks better?” Neytiri snaps her head towards you, watching as you hold a weaved top tightly to your chest. Stretched out across your bust like you were trying to show what it looked like without actually wearing it. Neytiri’s eyes moved towards a second pair that you held loosely by the fingers, before shrugging and choosing the one that was currently sprawled out across your torso. 

You took the unused one, throwing it towards your sister that was looking for a pair of her own. The top hit Kiri in her face, woven beads clanging against her forehead as your attack took her off guard. Quickly recovering, your mother watched with a sigh as the now-angry Kiri tried throwing it back on you, only to miss completely as you laughed hysterically. 

Kiri didn’t seem to have taken your little melee really joyfully, instead she looked like she was ready to murder you. Your laughter died out as you grabbed the top from its discarded position on the floor, walking now calmly towards your little sister. Neytiri couldn’t help the smile that grew upon her face as she watched you open the closed palms of your angry sister, delicately placing your piece of clothing into her hands as you said something to her. 

She knew how close Kiri and you were. She was different just as you were, even if she wasn’t covered with what looked like a bunch of stains. No, instead she was a ‘four fingered freak’ just like you were, quoted by the infamous Ao’nung himself. You both had eyebrows like your father, and Kiri’s biological mother. You were about in the same age category, with you being slightly older. So you both understood and trusted one like no other, and Neytiri knew that behind that grumpy personality of hers, Kiri loved you more than she would ever admit. 

“Mom? You okay?” The sound of her youngest daughter brought Neytiri out of her thinking again, shaking her head as she walked towards Tuk. Later that night there was a big feast that everyone was expected to be present to, and your family was no exception. Though your father was happy to be included, your mother still felt out of place, a little forced. 

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A group of unruly teenage boys sat in front of a huge bonfire. It sizzled and popped, threatening to burn those who came too near as the wind blew it closer to them. The sound of raucous laughter resounded around the entire zone, but the night was busy and the area was booming with loud voices that engulfed their own. 

Ao’nung sat spaced out between his friends, his legs crossed out before him, a plate of half eaten fish in his hands. He was too busy laughing at whatever joke his friends would crack at every few minutes to even focus on getting his dinner finished. 

From the corner of his eyes, Ao’nung could make out a faint blur of your frame. You were sitting with your family, who they were sitting with…his? Ao’nung’s eyes grew in size as he fully turned his torso around to confirm whatever he had just seen. He watched you sit besides his sister, the both of you talking about something he couldn’t quite make up from afar. You were laughing with Tsireya too, you looked so happy. 

��Aye, brother!” Ao’nung turned his torso back towards his friends, slightly embarrassed of getting caught looking in your direction. Though the smug look on their faces was not what he had expected once he had turned back, and the roll of his eyes was what they had received. He looked back at his plate, raising a piece of fish up in his hands as he brought it to his mouth to eat. He nodded at the boy, signalling  for him to continue his sentence. 

“Aren't ya the one that’s been getting close to that Sully girl?” he nodded his head towards something past Ao’nung’s shoulders, and the boy froze as the laughter picked up again. This time it was louder, more genuine as they all turned their eyes towards you and your family. The boy only shrugged his shoulders at the accusations, nothing he could deny as they had seen it with their own eyes. 

He snarled at his friends once he heard them snigger in return, shutting them up all at once. Way to piss his mood up at the end of a good night, what a bunch of morons. 

“How about a challenge to finish this night right, huh?” Ao’nung ears picked up at the sound of it, visibly raising and turning out towards wherever the voice had came from. He picked his head up, now interested in some good play. Ao’nung had always been known for his big ego and competitive personality, a challenge was not something that he was about to let his friends win. He was going to beat them, no matter what it was. 

His friends exchanged mischievous glances, bumping shoulders together like a bunch of kids as they giggled. Ao’nung couldn’t tell if it was from the one glass of dandelion wine that they had downed earlier or from their sheer stupidity. Nevertheless, they recovered from their childish antics before the boy brushes the dust off of his knees. 

“How about you date that girl for a whole month!” The boy yelled out, a little too loud as a few heads from nearby families turned towards them. Ao’nung’s eyes widened at the demand, not even needing to ask for precisation to know who his friend was talking about. His face contorted in a swift act of disgust before his expression fell again, shaking his head as a ‘no’. 

The noise picked up again as a series of ‘boo’s and ‘awe’s resounded from their group, attracting attention once more. You were unaware of what was currently happening behind your back, instead focusing on hitting your brother’s shoulders playfully as you noticed the longing looks that he would send to Tsireya. 

“What i’m i even getting from this anyways?” Ao’nung quite didn't understand the whole point of this challenge, why would he even participate if he was the only one playing, it was no fun. 

“We haven’t decided yet but…,” he said, outstretching his hand out towards Ao’nung as he spoke. He hesitated before his group of friends, pondering on where really this whole thing would lead him to. It wasn’t like he had feelings for you yet anyways, so there was little to consider when it came to your side of things. “don’t tell me you’re scared of a little challenge?” 

“Looks like she’s already making buddy-buddy with your family,” the booming voice of another boy sent everyone into laughter again as the whole group turned to catch a glimpse of you. “Cmon, look at your future wife!” 

“You don't trust me bro? And here i thought that we were friends.'' The said boy crossed both arms over the area where his heart was, mocking offence as he stared straight into Ao’nung’s similar aqua eyes. There was a sliver of mischief still swirling through his iris, but the boy just shrugged it off. It wasn’t like Ao’nung was altruistic either, he was infamously known for his little shenanigans. 

Though when Ao’nung’s palmed hand met his friend’s under the eyes of Eywa, the dare was sealed and his mind was racing. Surely he didn’t care much about your feelings, he didn’t even seem to appreciate you as a person for that fact. But something about this sounded so, oh so wrong as he released his and his friend’s intertwined hands. But he had done it now, vowed before his group to fulfil his dare, and Ao’nung was never one to back down.

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this is very fast paced and badly made because i had absolutely no time to write but i tried getting something out for yall🙁

tags: @youcantseem3 @timotheechalametishot @holysaladapricothero

[kryptznnn]

♛- It's Just Business

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➸ INTERESTS; -normal au! toji fushiguro x f!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; -just a drabble on toji being one of your fathers closest (and possibly youngest) friends and the two of you just can't seem to leave one another. You both knew it was wrong; you were a college student, and he was damn near pushing mid fourties, even if he tried to convince himself it was just business.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.1.4k, romantic tension, sexual tension, large age gap (Toji is 43 and reader is 21), smut, p in v, mentions of breeding, kissing, marking, sexual ties, dad's bsf trope, fingering, orgasm f!recieving, secrecy, flirting, subtle touches, romantic and sexual build up, etc.

➸a.i; - omg new drabble, crazy working i know idk whats wrong w me but i had the urge to write this. enjoy!! im also working on my jjk masterlist so that should be out soon, trying to clear my drafts. xoxo.

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Toji Fushiguro knew you just as well as you did him, well only through the relations of your dad. The two of them were close as well as you had known, like rushing to give your dad the phone whenever he called kind of close.

Inviting him and his son over to eat dinner with your family kind of close. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, all of it, you hadn’t gone a full month without seeing him at least once with your dad. It was common for the two of you however to exchange small conversation, glances, and touches with one another, the tension and flirtatious air between the two of you never going unmissed.

So, it wasn’t any surprise when you had a week off after taking midterms to return home and to find no one there. Only to contact your parents to find out they had an emergency to take care of out of country, leaving you home alone. Well not entirely, your dad had told Toji about it, and he offered to help out, as the last thing your parents wanted was for you to be alone.

Your father was grateful to say the least, repeatedly thanking him for his kindness and even offered to pay him since it was a long period of time. He had done it before, babysitting you when you were within your mid to late teens, this would’ve been easy. A week alone with you gave him chills as he kept a grin plastered on his face. He hadn't liked this side of him, he felt a tad bit like a perv, but it didn't seem like he was the only one trying to grab at the others attention.

His eyes widened at you as you opened the door for him, letting him inside as you were barely dressed properly. Your top was tight in contrast to your bottoms, just barely loose, keeping his eye on your figure as he made his way inside, two bags in hand. The scent of that strong pheromone scented perfume you'd wear had his cock twitch slightly in his pants.

He hated that perfume, and you only wore it whenever you knew he was coming around. He was hooked on it as if it was a drug, and honestly had even masturbated to you before as he caught the scent around his bedroom from your last visit with your family. The top you had worn wasn't helping his case either.

Scratch that, your top was tight how you liked it and he loved it, and you only kept a smirk on your face as you watched him swallow, hard. Keeping pointers on how his Adams apple bobbed up and down when he did.

You greeted him with a smile as you shut the door behind him, locking it quickly. He thought to himself as he took in your outfit before making his way to the guest room he’s been in before. Placing his bags down as you disappeared from behind him.

A crop top he thought, although this one was different, very different. It looked almost like a bikini top the way it squeezed you, as if it was a dry sponge and you were an entire ocean letting it sink in. Maybe it was a bikini top, some kind of new fashion trend with shorter tops and baggy shorts that he was behind on, he hadn’t known.

What he did know is that what you were doing was wrong, the both of you knew it was wrong, frankly you just didn't care. You had always been bold and persistent, so when you saw his entire body react to you mentioning the boys from college and randoms that would try to hit on you when you went out with friends you took it as an opportunity.

It was something he was never able to wrap his head around, how he felt for you was wrong, but he couldn't help what his body craved. He was pushing mid 40's and you were only 21, you were around the same age as his so. Well, not technically, you two shared an age gap for 3 years but the gap between the two of you hadn't compared between Toji's age gap with yours.

He was never short to compliment you and how you dressed. No matter what you wore it seemed to suit you, especially in the way he liked. Your dad had always teased him because he hadn't remarried after his last or even took on dating again, his eyes quickly met yours before he would turn back to your father and just laugh.

He was here because he cared about you and he cared about your father, he was a good friend and wanted to help out in any way possible. He was also being paid to be here, so it couldn't have been that bad and he couldn't complain. Just a simple week with you, he knew he could handle it, it couldn't be that hard.

Only that it was, and that he was too as you teased him, mewling softly as you had a hold of his cock, rubbing the tip against your core, arching your back slowly as it repeatedly hit your clit. You had already been overstimulated prior from him toying with you, fingering you as if you were just a doll, and he laughed at you.

You were laid out flat underneath him, your head perked up as your eyes followed your movements as he watched you. He doesn't even think he can remember how the two of you ended up in this state, both of you fully nude and your hair was draped out across his sheets.

He loved how you looked, and he loved the sounds you were making, only getting louder as he moved your hand to the side and pushed himself inside you. He quickly sunk down onto you, pressing his body weight into you as his arms caged your sides.

He nearly hissed at the feeling of you, his eyes pressed shut, tightly. You were too tight for comfort, or maybe he was getting old and hadn't had action in so long. You felt so good, better than he had imagined, if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought you were a virgin, even though you told him you weren't.

Now he remembers how things came into play; you came into his room to watch a movie. The entire time for nearly an hour the two of you were exchanging glances and subtle touches in places where your hands shouldn't have been. You kissed him, locking your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, until the situation had escalated to where the two of you were now.

You loved how he pistoled into you; he was fucking you as if he was starving and greedy. It drove you absolutely insane, unable to keep yourself quiet as he spoke dirty to you. You knew this was wrong, fucking around with your dad's close friend, if not best friend, but honestly it felt so good.

"This what you wanted? Wanted your dad's best friend to give you a good fuckin'? Hm?" He teased, whispering in your ear as your moans grew louder, humming and nodding to his phrase in response. You wrapped your legs around him yet again and clung to him like an animal, clinging on for dear life as you whined.

The movie was still playing in the background, but honestly neither of you were paying attention to it, if anything you were louder than the TV. His thrusts hadn't slowed down, he kept the same pace as he nipped and bit at your skin, not satisfied until his jaw had felt a little sore.

"Maybe if you're a good girl for me I'll fill you up. You'd like that wouldn't ya?" He said, his voice gruff and heavy as he grunted into you. You could only babble along, muttering 'yes, yes, yes' over and over again, pleading with him.

This was fine, he still had the situation under control, following his orders. You were well kept, under perfect care, and safe, so technically he wasn't going against your father's wishes, plus you were extra happy so that was a bonus.

It isn't anything personal, just adding on a little tip towards the payment your dad was planning to give him after finishing his 'babysitting'. He just had to keep convincing himself that this was all just business, so he didn't have his emotions or feelings for you thrown into the mix.

Yeah, it's just business.

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✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

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Win You Over | Rhysand x reader

Rhysand x Cassian x reader

Warnings: 18+, language, graphic sexual detail, threesome, two guys one girl

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An adrenaline rush unlike the kind that surged during the thick of a fight, through the heat of battle; thundering, unbridled adrenaline that settled in your bones like the icy chill in the middle of winter. This felt different, the thick ropes that tied your feet and hands together, the ones wrapped around your thighs and connecting somehow on the back, leaving you wide open and embarrassingly exposed under Rhysand’s gaze.

He’s been too quiet, the first few buttons of the expensive black shirt undone to broadcast his muscled chest and the gold chain that glimmered under the flickering firelight called to her like sirens in the ocean. “I like you like this,” He finally speaks, standing at the edge of the bed but it still feels too far away. It’s pathetic, the affect Rhys had on you—on your body and even after years of fighting, the bickering, the pranks that always toe the line of entirely too far; the High Lord of the Night Court always found a way to leave you a submissive mess for him behind closed doors. “A much better look than your usual scowl.”

It appears on cue, the middle finger raising in tandem with your scowl before you can even think about it and the action itself forced an amused chuckle from Rhy’s mouth. “I didn’t really come here for your opinions.”

“It’s cute,” He continues, fingers tracing over the secure knots he’d tied, tongue darting out to swipe over the plush of his bottom lip at the way goosebumps swarm your skin when his knuckle drags down your inner thigh. A ghost of a touch but plenty to have your cunt clenching in anticipation. You wait for the blush to form upon realizing exactly how exposed you are with no way to hide under his inquisitive eye. “You,” Rhys clarifies softly and even from where he stands you can smell the ocean breeze on his skin, the night blooming jasmine from the soap bars he purchased specifically from the small store in the northern markets in Velaris, near the Palace of Hoof and Leaf. “—assuming that I was talking to you. It was more so of a passing thought—like when someone purchases an expensive painting and then it finally arrives all wrapped up.” He lets out a breath, voice going softer when he finally puts his hands on you. Warm palms tracing agonizingly slow paths down the length of your legs and the room darkens as he allowed a sliver of his power to escape, releasing the pent up pressure of constantly holding back. “You stand back and admire it for a while. That’s you—my pretty little painting, all wrapped up just for me.”

The possessive lilt in his tone is deafening, robbing you of breath and replacing it with nothing but unbridled want. It’s unmissable, the scent of your desire filling the room like the fine incense Rhys bought in bulk from the Autumn Court.

Rhysand lets out a laugh, a truly amused little thing that had his head tilting back a bit, showing off the thick line of his throat, the adam’s apple that bobbed with his glee. “Cassian wouldn’t ever believe me if I told him I had you begging in my bed before I’d even touched you.”

It was true.

No one would, really.

You and Rhysand fought like a divorced couple who had to remain in contact because of a kid. You didn’t have a problem with anyone else, fairing well with Azriel’s quiet disposition, falling into step with Mor and her interesting choices in fashion, Cassian and his boisterous laughs and crude jokes. Even after two Winter Solticles you’d won Armen over after gifting her a seriously expensive emerald arm cuff in the shape of an eye and its matching earrings.

Never Rhys though, with his stupidly handsome smirk and those piercing violet eyes that always seemed to follow you—always commenting on your hair or your clothes or that piercing you’d drunkenly gotten with Mor and Feyre. “Call him in here then.” You say it as a joke, there’s even a hint of a smile on your face as the words pass your lips. “I’m sure he’d make quick work of getting me where I need to be.”

He raised a brow, fingers stilling their ministrations on your legs. “Is that so?”

But Rhysand is gone before you can protest and explain that it was just a joke because having the High Lord of the Night Court witness you laid barren for him like some prized mare tied for for auction was plenty thrill enough. Your body gives you away though, always the snitch when practically leaking like the faucet in the bathing chamber during bath time at the thought of two cocks in you at once. Two hard, muscled bodies with their warm membranous wings drawn out like your own personal shields while they took turns ruining you for any other man.

A minute or two passes before Rhys is back in the room, Cassian following close behind him and you have to fight the burning blush from overtaking every inch of your skin when the Illyrian fighter groaned at the sight of you. He’s already shirtless, golden-brown skin on display, every line and dip of Cass’ muscles accentuated by the dim lighting. He had to have just gotten out the shower, his long dark hair still dripping at his shoulders as hazel eyes take in your form. “Mother above,” Cassian doesn’t look away when fishing a hand deep in his pockets before pulling out three gold coins and wordlessly handing them over to Rhys. “—I thought you were fucking with me.”

“No, not about this.” Rhysand hummed out, fingers toying with the coins. “Why don’t you tell him what you told me, pretty girl?”

“I—“ The words die on your tongue, wrists twisting under the restraints but it seems the harder you struggle the tighter they get. “Cass, please.”

“It’s all going to be fine,” He croons, the door shutting behind him with a click and with the comfort of no one unexpectedly interrupting, Cass seemed to fully sink into his role. He crossed the room like he owned it, standing shoulder to shoulder with Rhysand at the end of the bed like you were the main character in one of those shows they played in the amphitheater. “Just tell me what you said.”

“I said—“ It takes a minute for the nerves to subside, the initial embarrassment of one of your best friends seeing you bent at the will of another a greater high than any smokes or powders that Mor liked to offer on girls nights. “I said that Rhys was taking too long and that you’d have already gotten me where I needed to be.”

Even to your own ears the words aren’t nearly as confident as the first time, voice low and eyes even lower as you awaited his reaction. “She’s not wrong Rhysand,” Cassian murmured, utterly transfixed with the sloppy wetness that smeared between your thighs, the pretty red polish on your toes and the golden toe ring that glistened under the light. He doesn’t ask Rhys for permission, you note, when Cass reaches out and slides two digits up the slit of your sex and if he feels the heartbeat in your pussy when the pads of his pointer and middle finger swipes over your clit, he doesn’t say anything. “She’s absolutely filthy,” And if the words don’t send shivers down your spine, the two fingers that breach your hole does. The moan that slips past is nothing but desperate, bound hands clenching around nothing as your hips wriggled, begging for more. “—just dripping. Ruining a perfectly good pair of sheets.”

“You haven’t even seen the half of it.” Rhys muttered as he rounded the bed, fingers making casual work of shrugging off his black shirt, unbuttoning the waistband of his pants.

The degrading way they speak about you as if you aren’t even in the room was probably supposed to clear you from the brain fog, pull you from the hands that were squeezing over your breasts, tugging at tweaking at pert nipples until your back softly arched from the bed. “More, please.” You beg, eyes glassy and lips bitten in attempts to keep your noises to yourself but Cassian’s fingers were so warm as they explored the new territory of your body. He muttered praises into your skin, tongue trailing a line from your bellybutton to the dip of your neck.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you so polite.”

“I said that same thing once too,” Rhys mused from your side, fingers gently moving hairs from your face as his best friend pressed kisses down your thighs, sucking marks where he pleased as one hand toyed with the jewelry dangling from your navel. “She gets real sweet when you play with her—turns into all bark and no bite.”

You’re a panting mess, by Rhysand’s words or Cassian’s mouth that inched closer and closer to where you needed him most, you can’t tell but every touch, every graze of those lips had your body on fire. “My favorite,” Cassian’s smirk is sinful, hazel eyes full of promise when peering up through your legs. “And you’ve got her all tied up like a present— Rhys, I might just keep her.”

There’s an unspoken darkness that emerges at the words and Cassian is either too comfortable to too busy to notice, Rhysand doesn’t say anything though. Instead, a hand wraps around your throat, gentle yet claiming as he leaned over to press a kiss to your mouth, tongues touching in greeting as his affect on you responded to his friends words better than anything else could’ve. The way your legs fall limp at your sides, fully giving in to Cassian’s mouth on your pussy lapping firm lines and unforgiving suckles to your clit that had you moaning into Rhysand’s mouth.

Holding back is a thought of the past when two thick fingers enter you, slow drags pumping in and out and in and out—accompanied by his mouth has you breaking away from the kiss to look down and watch the soldier at his knees for you. Profanity spills from your lips easier than prayers to the gods above as the angle Rhys had tied you in forced Cassian’s fingers deeper than usual. “He doing a good job?” Your High Lord whispered in your ear, nose grazing the swell of your cheek as he watched over your shoulder.

You answer in a moan, hips wriggling and breathing sharp as the coil tightened in your stomach, cunt clenching over fingers squelching obscenely in your arousal as Cass worked you through your orgasm. His pace slows and his mouth drifts from your cunt to your tummy, peppering kisses until his lips wrapped around a hardened bud. You hands strain with the urge to touch him, to run your fingers through his hair and drag him up for a kiss just to push him back down for more of what he’d done before.

“You’re telling me my competition is two minutes and twelve seconds?” Rhysand laughs to himself as he and Cassian switch places and before the soldier can lean down to press a kiss to your lips, he freezes, eyes darting to his High Lord in worry. “Sorry,” The hold he has on Cass releases instantly. “—I’m okay with everything else just not that. No kissing.”

There’s a sheepish blush that fans across your cheeks at the words, slightly guilty for entertaining it—for leaning in and pursing your lips. Rhys seems to sense it, easing away your worry with a kiss of his own before sliding his fingers between you legs. “It’s fine Rhys, I have plenty of other places to put my mouth on.”

“How about we make a deal?” The High Lord mumbles to Cassian, voice distracted as two thumbs spread your pussy lips open, cock throbbing in his pants at the sight of your arousal, clit swollen from Cassian’s tongue. “I beat you, you go to the meeting with Keir on my behalf.”

The Illyrian soldier doesn’t stop kneeling at your breasts, fingers rolling your nipples until the tingle electrifies down your spine like lightning through the sky. “And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

A smirk forms, lips ghosting your cheek when he answers, one thumb tracing the seam of your lips. “A kiss. One on her mouth—just like I did her pretty little pussy.” Cassian says it like a taunt, tongue tracing the curve of your shoulder before placing a kiss to your neck.

Rhysand smiles, his gaze darkening, dark tendrils of power emerging from his hands, whispering around your figure like a cool blanket on clammy skin. Your fingers had long since gone numb from the lack of blood circulation but you couldn’t care less when that power had amplified your pleasure tenfold—this was your favorite part. When every touch felt like a million hands roaming your skin, every kiss felt like being worshiped and when the fat head of his cock nudged between slick lips, sound comparable to a sob rips free. “Please, please, please. I need it.”

A deep sigh is released when he complies, cock stretching you slowly and the timer begins, his thick girth dragging at your spongy inner walls. “I’ll never get tired of that,” Rhys confessed, hands tight on the undersides of your thighs, pussy leaking as he picked up the pace. The moans you let out are near delirious, every thrust and flick of his thumb against your sensitive clit had your cunt clenching around his cock so hard he was straining to hold back—to last and win his silly little games and fuck his bratty girl with his best friends cock down her throat. “Eyes on me, pretty girl.” Your High Lord commands, one hand snaking up to wrap around your throat, body jolting with his weight behind each thrust. “Watch me win you.”

You’re not sure how much time has passed but between the hypnotizing contractions of Rhys’ abdomen, the sweaty sheen, the dark hair that hung near his eyes and the giant membranous wings that shuffled when you clenched around him, reaching climax with a shuddering breath.

“Two more seconds,” Cassian muttered, hazel eyes lingering around your mouth. “—and you would’ve been all mine.” A sigh passed, one laced with disappointment. “Next time.”

Rhysand releases you from your restraints and with not even half a thought the ropes are nowhere to be found, pins and needles pricking in your hands and feet. There’s a warm cloth cleaning at you before your eyes can even adjust, brain foggy and words slurred—a side affect of Rhys’ power. He clicks his tongue, pulling back the covers and tucking you in tight before meeting eyes with Cass. “There won’t be a next time.”

The soldier laughs, accepting his leave but the kiss he pressed to your cheek, just a hairs breath away from the corner of your mouth—a silent promise that there most certainly would be a next time.

———

Can’t lie—might make a part 2. Lemme know what you think🤍

[jessmaybank]

Jailbirds; Part 2 - a change of heart

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Pairing(s): JJ Maybank x fem! Reader.

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: feelings start to change.

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing, SMUT, fingering, praise kink.

“You got into a fight?” He says, the smile on JJs face unmissable as the mystery unraveled. He figured you just got caught drinking or something, not anything violent. You were a little trouble maker, and he liked it.

You sigh, tearing your eyes away from his ocean blue ones as you decide to give into him.

“Fine. Rafes new girl, Sophia. She bumped into me at a party tonight, and spilt her drink all over me, hence the shirt” you say, gesturing your arms towards your soaked top, which is finally beginning to dry.

“So..” you hesitate

“So you punched her?” JJ tuts, although there is no sense of disapproval laced within his voice as he bites back a smile.

“You would too if you saw the way she spoke back to me, all smug whilst I’m stood there drenched. Bitch had it coming” you say, tapping your foot on the cold floor out of annoyance.

“What about you?” You ask, as you realise it’s gone quiet.

“I was protecting a friend” he says, as blunt as ever.

“Kiara?” You say, concerned. You missed her more than anything.

JJ turns his head to face you, his gaze softening as your eyes meet.

“How is she?”

Your question makes JJ’s head spin. He recalls the events that transpired tonight, how a kook wouldn’t take no for an answer and tried to drag Kie away from him and the rest of the pogues. He recalls that your supposed to be the enemy.

And just like that, his hard demeanour is present again.

“Better now she’s not surrounded by rich assholes” he says, bringing his fingers up to his lap so he can fidget with them.

you knew what the blonde says was most definitely true, but you also knew he was trying to get under your skin.

“Yeah, that’s probably true. I want to run away sometimes” you sigh.

JJ scoffs at that.

“What, your castle not fancy enough or something?” he taunts, and you can feel the agitation beginning to engulf you.

“It’s not my fault I was born lucky, jackass. Get that through your thick skull” you say, maybe a bit too harshly.

The guard interrupted your bickering, chucking two grey blankets in the cell in case we wanted to sleep. However, that seemed unlikely seeing that the only thing in the cell was one long bench. Not exactly comfortable.

JJ gets up to collect the blankets, chucking one right on your head so the blanket is sprawled across your face, which earns a small chuckle from him.

“Thanks for that” you say sarcastically, pulling the blanket off your face and onto your legs, before combing your fingers through your now messy hair.

“I’m sorry” he blurts out after about a minute of silence.

“It’s just a blanke-“

“Not about the blanket. That was funny” he smiles.

“About what I said before, you seem cool…for a kook” he says, chuckling as he makes the kook comment.

And you laugh with him.

For the rest of the night, you and JJ end up finding solace in each others presence. The dark and dingy confining jail cell had transformed into a sanctuary where the pair of you could uncover each others hidden layers, peeling back the cold masks you wore in the outside world. You wanted to ask him about his dad, but you knew that was way to personal and it was none of your business.

“Okay, okay, what about… the worst sex you’ve ever had?” The shaggy blonde asks, and you furrow your eyebrows as you ponder his question.

“I would have to say this touron a couple months ago, he couldn’t even find the…you know” you say, exchanging a knowing glance with the boy as you turn your heads to face each other.

“I do know” he says.

“Is that right?”

And just like that, his ocean blue orbs are filled with dark lust.

JJ slowly moves his hand underneath the blanket covering you, tracing his fingers over your skirt and landing on your thighs, all whilst keeping eye contact.

Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his mouth, then back up to his eyes again to meet him in a dazed gaze.

Your whole body burned as he begins tracing circles on your thighs, a sigh leaving your mouth as the familiar ache in between your legs begins to grow for him.

You watch his movements under the blanket for a moment, before he brings a finger to your chin, forcing you to look up at his angelic face.

Your lips meet in a deep kiss, your cherry chapstick driving him crazy. Your hand finds solace in his hair, pulling at his blonde locks before he bites your bottom lip.

He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, his craving for more on display. Your tongues fight for dominance as you feel his hands go down your skirt and into the place you needed him the most.

You whimper as he pushes your panties to the side, using two fingers to gather up your arousal before he pushes them inside you.

“So wet for me” he whispers, biting his lip as an indication of his horny state.

Your head falls back onto the cold wall as he pounds his fingers in and out of you, biting your lips shut to stifle your moans. The guard could come back at any moment, but neither of you cared.

Your head falls onto his shoulder as you bite at his skin, eager to stay quiet.

“You like that?” He says in your ear, his voice low and raspy. JJ could feel his shorts tighten every time another heavenly moan left your mouth, and he couldn’t get enough. He had to have you.

You nod your head obediently, worried your words would fail you.

“Your being so good for me” he says, his fingers pulling out of you and instead finding your clit, drawing hard circles which make your back arch.

“Who’s my good girl?” He says, the overwhelming pleasure only intensified when you lift your head to look at him, your mouth hung open.

“I- I am” you whimper, struggling to keep your eyes open as you begin to see stars. you were close.

JJ doesn’t think he has ever been so aroused than he is In this moment. Watching your fucked out state is making it near impossible for him to stop himself from throwing you on the cell floor and fucking your brains out.

“I’m close” you whisper, the tight knot in your stomach evident as you screw your eyes shut.

JJ shakes his head with disapproval.

“Look at me whilst I make you cum all over my fingers” he says.

At the last second, he shoots his fingers back inside you, the feeling of you clenching around his fingers making a small moan leave his mouth.

Before you knew it, you were completely coming undone before him, staring up at him through your eyelashes as he fingers you through your orgasm, admiring how sexy you look when you cum.

You try to regain your breath as JJ’s fingers pull out of you. He peppers hot kisses on your neck as a form of aftercare, which you appreciate.

You were about to fix your panties, before he pulls you up on your lap so your straddling him, a cheeky smirk painted on his criminally handsome features.

“I’m not done with you yet”

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I love this series so much it might be my favourite! part 3 is coming ♥️

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[marchsfreakshow]

Clair De Lune [JPM x Reader]

This is based on a story I have in the works and both inspired by a prompt: Deaf!sailor x Syren (siren) In this, James is a sailor and the reader is a syren. :) Fem! Reader

No one's perspective

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She had spotted the lone sailor as his eyes twinkled in the moonlight.

Clair De Lune... he thought to himself. I wish I could be a part of the moon.

The syren stared and stared while thinking of her song. While she thought, which seemed like forever, she had been following the ship and keeping an eye on the sailor. In her thoughts, she felt like Ariel, spying on a sailor she found incredibly handsome. But while watching from a corner, a realisation hit her mind, bringing her imagination back to reality. I won't be able to have him after! I'll have to eat him! It crushed the syren's heart, and she let herself go, sinking down back to the bottom of the sea.

But the sailor was distracted, in the moonlight only, he did not see the siren looking at him lovingly. Another sailor approached the distracted man, sighing heavily to himself. James was always a distracted sailor, constantly looking at the moon when it was the evening, and zoning out when it was cleaning time. This evening was no different. At first, though, it seemed like James was zoning out as usual, but his face told a different story. There were cringes, sighs, and furrows of his eyebrows. All so many emotions for such a man who couldn't even do his job properly.

That's how the accident was caused.

James was daydreaming as usual, what about, no one knows. It was a windy day at sea, and there had been no boats for miles. Good thing the ship had heavy reinforcements, ready in case something came up in the caverns of the deep blue.

Yet the wind crashed and hurled coral, rocks, and grainy sand at the unmissable ship. James was taken in a big gush of ocean water, being hit in the eye of the storm with the rocks. Cuts, gashes and grazes all over the man's body. His clothes were now practically rags, torn. Buttons came off, buckles lost, and the small velvet he owned, was now gone forever. Lost at sea, James swam and swam, not wanting to lose his crew.

His crew? Dismissive of the captain's right-hand man, and let only the captain play James' song. They called him a yellow-belly, and a girl if he was not able to quickly find his ship in the nick of time. Simply, they let him die in their minds. How odd it was though, when they were ashore for goods, James found them. He seemed to do so while walking onto the glowing, hot sand. Almost naked, however. The rags that stuck themselves to James' body were now stained a deep red. His legs, arms, torso, everywhere. There was a scratch here, a gash there, a salty wound around about here. He was red all over, and his usual skin colour disappeared.

Screams emerged from watchers. Two did not scream. The captain, and the hiding syren. The dear Syren looking at the interactions from afar was intrigued by the man and how red he was. But she simply could not just swim up to him and look after him. Guns would be fired her way, and her life would be taken by the hateful sailors. The screams were for James. He looked odd, and like he did not belong on land. People started to run away, they did not want to witness a crazy person die. His crew watched on, shocked that the daydreaming man found his way to land. "James?" The captain asked as he slowly walked towards James. He snapped his head over. "James is that you?" No response, he was unaware of what the captain had said to him.

A snap brought James back to reality.

A fine and clean reality of the ship at sea. "Guys! We got a Syren!" A member of the crew shouted as he brought a syren onto the sea. Her eyes were dull, and lifeless, her mouth sewn shut. Presumably by the member of the crew who brought her wriggling body on board. The chatter and mutters were hoarded around the creature. Everyone was intrigued, James too. He looked at her. "What should we do with it?"

Ideas were spurted out.

"Kill her."

"Let her drown"

"she can breath underwater dumbass."

"tape her gills shut!"

"torture her and then throw her out."

"I want her."

That last comment stuck out to everyone, and they turned around to see James looking quiet, and more meek than he usually was. "I want to name her, and take care of her."

"..." His captain gave him a look of disappointment as the crew threw the Syren back out to the sea. "want to join it? In the cold, vast, sea? Reliving every single memory you had when the horrible, dark water, almost killed you?"

"Yes."

Everyone stared daggers into James. Some of them walked into the shared room downstairs and grabbed his things. James didn't have much. Clothes, knives, shillings. The knives and shillings were rusty, he hadn't used them for ages. The two small bags were tatty, and they were thrown James' way. He picked them up with hesitation, walking backwards. He felt he had made a mistake, but the Syren was too pretty to say no to. He didn't care if the Syren ate him anymore.

"pick him up, and throw him the way you threw the syren."

So they did.

He held onto his bags tight and swam up once he hit the water, his now ex-crew members, leering at him. They turned away once James felt a tap on his shoulder. It was the Syren. She looked sad, innocent and gentle. But she quickly pointed her mouth, so James nodded and swam towards a rock he could sit on. The Syren followed, hoping someone would be nice to her. James took out his tatty and rusty knife, bringing it to the Syren's lips. She was scared, shaking, and looked up at James, worried. "Shh, shh. It's okay." He gently held the Syrens chin, slicing the thin thread that was keeping her mouth shut. Both of them let out a breath, knowing she was okay. "Are you okay?" James asked, not even knowing if she could speak English or not. But in the meantime, he took out the threads, blood peeking out of the holes.

The Syren nodded. "Y/N."

"Y/N? That's pretty." James was slightly aghast that a Syren would just say her name like that. Even then, he would have expected an ancient Greek name, one that the mythology would use for the sea creatures. (Sorry if your name is actually Greek or something-)

"Clair De Lune..." She breathed, taking in deep breaths and moving herself around onto the rock.

"...you know that song?"

"It's my song. I heard you humming it a while ago." Y/N smiled at the man, entranced by his eyes, his unkempt hair and his moustache. She had never seen a man like him before. It excited the dear Syren. "It's what I sing to bring people in for my sisters."

James gave a smile back, but stopped immediately, thinking to himself. "Will you use it on me?" The thought worried him, he didn't want to die right after being thrown off. But Y/N shook her head, leaning her hands on James' legs. "I don't have anywhere to go though."

Y/N leaned on James, looking up at him. "I want to keep you, please. I won't kill you, or hurt you. I want to sing for you." The sun was rising behind the rock, so there were shines of light facing their way. It made the sun orange and pink, a beautiful array of colours that captivated both Y/N and James. They watched the sky turn from pink to blue, the stars slowly fading from their vision.

[edynsgarden]

The Orchid

Chapter 2

There had been whispers of an American Jujutsu sorcerer with a cursed technique that rendered them unstoppable. No one could identify this sorcerer by face, but they were recognizable by photos of each cursed spirit with an orchid beside it. Typically, gossip about foreign sorcerers did not carry across the ocean to Japan, the pillar of Jujutsu, but it seemed that this American sorcerer dubbed “the orchid” was the only topic of conversation in the Jujutsu world. While many higher ups and special grade sorcerers feared the arrival of The Orchid, Satoru Gojo was excited. Finally, a rival, an equal, or maybe… a lover.

Story Warnings: heavy smut, breeding kink, spanking, spitting, violence, mentions of abuse, blood

Chapter Warnings: none <3 (no smut this chapter)

Author's note: Sorry for all of the filler :/ I want to establish to storyline a little bit before we get into the nitty gritty

Chapter 0.5 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 2

“Ryomen Sukuna!?” the girl said aghast.

The Jujutsu community in America is fairly small, but names such as Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna are powerful enough to traverse the ocean. In America, Sukuna was known for the trail of bodies he left before his separation into the 20 fingers. 

“Mhm, but don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. With you working with me, he should be an easy kill.” Satoru stated. “Oh by the way, I don’t remember you telling me your name girl.” reaching out his long slender fingers to shake your hand. 

The Orchid froze. She had never seen Gojo anywhere in the press, not expecting such a muscular, yet lean figure and sculpted face. But, she did wonder what his eyes looked like under that thick blindfold of his. *The strongest? More like the hottest* she thought to herself. 

“Ehem” Masamichi cleared his throat, signaling for her to shake Satoru’s outstretched hand.

“My name is Shiloh Fields, but you can just call me Shy.” Shiloh said strongly, firmly gripping Gojo’s cold hand, an attempt to distract from how her heart was racing at the right of him. Something about him made her not want to let go, and neither did he. However, their trance was broken by Masamichi also extending his hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you Ms. Fields, we are grateful to have you as an asset to our team.” said Masamichi. The two shook hands briefly, a noticeable difference between the handshake she previously held with Gojo. Something about it was different, almost as if there was a familiarity to the touch, a spark igniting a lost flame. 

“Alright, well I think we should probably try to train together sometime.” Gojo mentioned. a good point because Shiloh and him were going to be working in combat together now. 

“Yeah sure, but first where do I move in?” Shiloh asked.

“Oh– well, there is one faculty living space open.” Masamichi answered, sharing a short, yet unmissable look with Gojo.

“Great!” Shiloh replied, slightly confused by the glace the men shared.

“I’m sure Gojo wouldn’t mind escorting you to your living quarters. He is very familiar with the room” Masamichi mentioned with a slight smirk. 

Gojo’s attitude was different now. For some reason, he was not the playful Gojo that was just trying to get closer to Shy. He didn’t seem angry, or sad, but he almost looked annoyed? Not at you, but at Masamichi. One thing about Shiloh is that she hates conflict, so even this slight tension in the air made her uncomfortable. 

“So… we might as well get going!” Shiloh said, attempting to lighten up the mood. 

“Sure.” Gojo stated boredly, “but where is your stuff?”

Shiloh’s face fell into a ‘are you serious’ type of face. Speaking no words she conjured a suitcase out of thin air with her cursed technique simply to prove her unspoken point. 

“No need to get all sassy on me Ms. Fields, I don’t appreciate the attitude.” Gojo said, his eyes rolling in an unenthused manner. “Follow me.”

And with that, the Orchid and the strongest were perusing through the halls of Jujutsu high, only to stop at one of the faculty dorms. 

“This is it!” Gojo sarcastically exclaimed, Shiloh couldn’t help but wonder why he was so unhappy with your rooming situation. But that curiosity was soon answered when Gojo slid the door of the dorm open. Clothes riddled the floor along with other uncleanly items, if it wasn’t for the many photos pinned of Gojo and friends Shiloh would have thought the room belonged to a homeless person. 

“Uhm, I think this is your room Gojo. Where is mine?” Shiloh asked uneasily.

“Nope, this is right roomie.”

“Where is my bed?”

“Oh, my bad” Gojo quickly moved a pile of clothing to reveal a twin sized bed in the opposite corner of the room.

[yellowkitkieran]

In My Plans (Kieran Tierney)

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Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: NSFW! Kieran tries to break things off when he gets news of his transfer, but you refuse to let him.

"I'm going to Spain."

Though you're good at hiding your emotions, the pain that flickers across your face is unmissable. It is there and gone, replaced by a bright, genuine smile by the time Kieran has blinked. 

"Baby that's great! You'll get tons of playing time, and you won't have to worry about getting called up for scotland. You'll be a shoe in! They won't be able to say no when they see you scoring more goals than any left back in the prem."

Your hands settle on Kieran's chest, though the gesture provides none of the usual comfort. His stomach has become home to a roiling ocean, complete with thunderclouds and boisterous waves. He's contemplated this all week, trying to decide the best course of action. Spain isn't just a short train ride away like Newcastle would have been. Spain requires a plane, and multiple free days for you to dedicate to visiting him. With so much on your plate already between finishing your degree and hunting for the perfect place to start your career, Kieran can't be selfish. He cannot expect you to set aside what precious little free time you have for him. He cannot, in good conscience, ask you to move with him either. So in his mind, there's only one option. 

Kieran takes your hands in his, cool against his clammy palms. Despite the lack of options, Kieran doesn't want to do this. It will hurt you both, but in the end he believes it to be the right thing to do. So he kisses each of your fingertips one by one, purposely avoiding the question he is sure to find in your eyes. But per usual, you know him too well. His silence speaks volumes, practically screaming his discomfort. You read his mind, plucking the thought from his head and giving it a life by voicing it. 

"I'm not leaving you." 

Kieran sighs, dropping his hands to rest on your waist. Even now, on the brink of losing you forever, he is powerless to keep from touching you. You are his comfort, his person, the one he wishes to be with forever. It's a shame that it has to end this way, but it's best for you in the long run. 

"A full season is a long time to ask you to wait for me-"

"I don't care," you interrupt, firm and unyielding. "You're in my plans Kieran- I know your gaffer let you down when he said that but… you know I won't. I'll follow through. I'm not gonna run away just because I can't see you every day. I love you too much for that. Do you really think I would give this up so easily? That I wouldn't fight for us?" 

The hurt carried on your words is nearly too much for him to bear. "I cannae ask you to wait here for me. I'll be in Spain, you'll be here for school… it's not fair to ask you to wait. I think it's best for us both if we don't drag this out.."

If he's being honest, Kieran has been waiting for this moment. When he's dated in the past, his partners have always left when things got hard. Distance like this isn't something many people are willing to overlook, even in the face of once-in-a-lifetime love. 

"Kieran-" 

"Look, I dinnae ken when I'll be able to come visit, and I know you won't let me fly you out every weekend-"

"Kieran."

He powers on, ignoring your chastising eyes as his hands begin to tremble. "It's too far. It's too long. We can't- I won't let this wreck you, I won't be responsible for that. Maybe if you're single when I get home, we could see about trying again but I don't expect you to be." His world is irreversibly changing and he doesn't like it. He likes the idea of causing you pain even less, though. 

"Kieran. Stop." 

Kieran's eyes are wild like that of a frightened deer. He flinches when your hands come up to his jaw, then settle on either side of his neck. Pulse frantic beneath your fingertips, Kieran searches for any reassurance in your face. He is wound tighter than a cornered lion, set to lash out at anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby. 

When your lips meet Kieran's brow, he nearly sobs. "I don't want anyone else." His body shakes when your mouth slowly makes its way down the bridge of his nose, and he lets a tear fall when your kiss soothes his soul. "I want my Kieran, my bold, witty Scotsman and no one else." It's a ghost of a kiss, nothing more than a quiet promise, but it is enough. "Distance doesn't scare me, we can make it work. But losing you? That's terrifying. My worst nightmare." When your fingers thread into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, all of Kieran's fears leave with his exhale. 

"I'm staying," you murmur, holding his gaze when he finally looks up. "I can look after the house for you, sleep here a few nights a week… It'll be nice to be in a place with so many memories when I miss you." Kieran draws strength from your unwavering voice. "I'll keep things clean, make sure it's not so dusty that your allergies act up when you come home to visit." 

Kieran uses his grip on your waist to pull you into his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs. Your weight comforts him like it always has, the same way a weighted blanket helps some with their anxiety.  You use the pads of your thumbs to collect the moisture on his cheeks before giving him a proper kiss, one that Kieran finds the energy to return by tilting his head up to meet yours. 

"I love you." Kieran tucks his head in the crook of your neck, arms like a vice around your waist. He's afraid if he lets go, you'll realize your mistake. He is terrified that you might change your mind and walk out his front door without a second thought. He needs you, probably more than you realize. He shouldn't be so attached after only six months, but losing you would feel like playing with a missing limb. 

"And I love you Kieran, so so much. I love you so much that if I wasn't in my last semester, knee deep in my dissertation, I'd drop out and follow you to Spain."

"I wouldn't let you." Kieran shakes his head, nose rubbing your neck as he does so. The sensitivity causes you to squirm, rewarding him with a whiff of your peony and rose perfume. It's the one he picked out for you a few weeks ago, the glass bottle engraved with your name and the date of your anniversary. He loves the way it smells on you, complimenting your shampoo and creating his own personal bouquet that he'd gladly enjoy every day. 

Your voice drops to a conspirators whisper, your breath hot on his ear. "I'd quit in secret darling. You wouldn't know it until I showed up at your doorstep in Spain with everything I owned in two cases."

"Two cases? That's all you'd need?" 

"I'm a light packer." Your cheeks rests atop his head and Kieran feels the last of his fear drain from his overworked muscles. "Mostly it would be the shirts I've stolen from you and some photos in one case, and the other would be filled with books and trinkets. I don't need much to survive, aside from you."

Not for the first time, Kieran is eternally grateful for how adept you are at switching off his brain. When he finds himself on a proverbial ledge, you're the one he wants to have to talk him down. When he feels the weight in his boots, you're the one that reminds him to take them off and shake them out. Your voice is the only one that can quiet the 'what ifs' in his head, leaving behind a garden of promises to be redeemed in the future. 

It might be a purr that Kieran lets out when you card your fingers in his hair again. Whatever it is, it's something born of unfiltered gratitude. Never has he loved someone as hard as he's loved you. He didn't dare dream that someone could love him with the same intensity, let alone someone as perfect for him as you. Kieran could conquer the world with you at his side, his rightful queen who cradles his heart in her hands. 

Kieran feels your cheek lift with a smile when his lips trail over your shoulder, left exposed by the well-worn neck of the shirt you stole from him. He rests his forehead on your damp skin, wanting nothing more than to melt into you until he becomes nothing more than a part of you. 

"I love you." Though he's muttered the words a dozen times in the last hour alone, it still doesn't feel like nearly enough. He wants the seriousness of his love to strike you like cupid's arrow, the heart shaped scar forever serving as a reminder of the man who will one day make you his wife. 

"You keep saying that…" your arm encircles his head, keeping his mouth on your skin. "Why don't you take me up to bed and show me how much you love me, Key?"

Kieran doesn't need to be told twice. Strong fingers dig into your thighs as he lifts you up, reaching the stairs in three long strides. He takes them two at a time, not eager to find his own pleasure but eager to help you find yours. Tonight will be about you and only you, and proving himself worthy of your unwavering love. It won't hurt to give you something to think about while he's gone, either. 

Flicking the lights off as he enters, Kieran sets you in the center of his bed with a tenderness you've come to love. With previous lovers you found yourself craving things hard and fast, wanting it to be over as quickly as possible. But with Kieran? You'd beg for hours with him, each artfully placed kiss or drag of his fingers against your skin leaving you with an insatiable craving for more. 

Your head tips back when Kieran lowers his mouth to your throat, his downy lips leaving shining kisses on your heated skin. You're already desperate for him, desperate to touch and be touched by this god of a man. You know he'll be especially soft tonight after his earlier vulnerability, and somehow that only turns you on more. 

"I love you," he murmurs, accent impossibly thicker than the last time he said it. His brown doe eyes see straight through you, penetrating right to your soul. Something tugs in your chest, heightening your desire and stoking the fire in your gut.  

Sliding your fingers in Kieran's hair, you tug hard until he gets the idea and kisses you properly. It starts soft, nothing more than a peck, but the second his tongue darts over your lips you open for him, wanting him to explore your mouth until he's mapped every bare inch of you. His tongue doesn't fight yours but moves in tandem, complimenting you in the most basic and intimate way possible.

Your leg develops a mind of its own, hitching over Kieran's hip to beg him to come closer. He relents, allowing his hips to press against yours while you helplessly squirm under him. You need something, anything, to ease the ache that has already started in your core. 

Kieran correctly interprets the way you claw at his shirt to mean you want it off. You're left slack jawed when he throws the fabric aside, his bare chest on full display for you. Soft, teasing touches are your weapon of choice as you trace each dip and curve of muscle that makes up Kieran- your Kieran. The only man you ever wish to see this way. 

When your hand reaches the button of his jeans, Kieran's hand circles your wrist to stop you. "Not me- just you." 

Oh, you're in for a long night.

Liquid fire melts you from the inside out when Kieran eases you out of your bottoms and kisses his way down your abdomen. His hot breath ghosts over your folds, already slick with your arousal. 

"I love you so-" Kieran flicks his tongue over your bud, eliciting a moan from deep in your chest, "fucking-" another, harder this time, "much." When Kieran sucks lightly on your clit, your vision explodes with black dots. He's barely done anything at all and you're already whining, his name dropping from your lips like dew as he spreads your juices with his tongue. 

Kieran's chin shines nearly as much as his glazed eyes when he pulls away for air. "Taste so fucking sweet baby- I'll never get sick of it."

"Probably taste even better mixed with your cu-" You gasp when Kieran surprises you by plunging two fingers into you. He pumps them in the perfect rhythm, attuned to your body and what you enjoy. You watch, eyelids heavy, as Kieran sucks on his tongue, then opens his mouth and lets his spit spread over your cunt. 

Your incoherent moans take the shape of his name. 'Kieran' is the only thing you manage to babble out as he fucks you with his fingers, curling them to drag across your gspot with each pass. 

As the seconds tick by, your spine begins to arch. When Kieran adds a third finger you nearly explode- perfectly stretched and wonderfully fitted with just the slightest bite of pain from the fullness. Kieran moans against you himself when you sink your nails into his shoulders, begging for him to be impossibly closer. Muscle ripples under your fingers as he works his own in and out of you, searching for the release he knows you're teetering on. 

You're right there, right-

Kieran's free hand snakes up your stomach to toy with your breast, pinching and squeezing your nipple. That last push of pleasure is all you need to ascend. Mouth open in a silent scream, you unravel around Kieran, his fingers continuing to fuck you through your high as you struggle to breathe. They go still when you suck in air, filling your lungs with sweet, salty scented oxygen as you start to come down. 

Kieran leaves his fingers where they are, kissing the insides of your thighs while you come to. Your heart races for a fair few minutes, though eventually you find enough of your wits to smile at what just went on.

"I that think-" You shake your head, words jumbling in the aftermath of your release. "I think that proves how much you love me. God, Kieran- you're perfect."

You whine when Kieran withdraws his fingers. That whine quickly turns into a moan when he licks them clean, cheeks hollowed to lap up every last bit of you that remains. "I don't think it does… we're gonna need three more rounds at least before I believe it."

And really, who are you to deny him?

"Better get to work then Tierney," you grin, settling back on the pillows and spreading your legs further, "Because the sun is setting. Tick tock."

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After a suggestion from Ugg The First, Bhiak Sulani wore the skin of the animal he had killed a few days ago. He prepared a kava drink and served it to everyone. "May the Watcher bring us good things." Bhiak said, raising the glass. "May the Watcher bring us good things!" Said the other three in unison. "You know Bhiak, Triki just like you, likes to always be moving around. She would be good company for swimming in the ocean." Said Nimli The Woman. It was at that moment that Bhiak turned all his attention to the young Triki The Midwife, and discovered in a few minutes how much the young woman liked to share deep thoughts. Ugg watched everything with dissatisfaction. He didn't like the closeness between the two at all. "…and if you swim towards the east, you will find colorful corals! They are extremely beautiful to look at." "Sounds like something unmissable!" said Nimli "Come on Triki, follow Bhiak to the corals, I'll want to know everything about them when you get back!" As Triki and Bhiak walked away towards the sea, Ugg was terribly angry. "Bhiak doesn't seem like the most responsible sim, Nimli! How could you encourage Triki to go with him?" "And what's wrong with Triki going with him? Is it really her safety you're worried about?"

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BELLUCCI  FAM  LORE  PT.  1342382  ☀️

carlo  bellucci  (eliza’s  uncle)  was  the  younger  of  anthony  bellucci’s  (eliza’s  grandfather  and  legal  guardian)  two  sons.  anthony’s  wife  died  while  his  sons  were  still  young  -  arguably,  this  miserably  affected  the  rotten  egg  that  is  eliza’s  father  for  the  worse.  carlo  left  sicily  for  america  after  he  turned  eighteen  -  eliza’s  father  abandoned  home  and  his  father  +  brother  long  before  that.  (for  a  little  reminder:  anthony  swooped  in  and  adopted  eliza  from  her  shitty,  abusive,  neglectful  parents  before  she  turned  four  years  old.  thus,  she  was  raised  in  sicily  by  her  grandfather.)

valentina  is  a  born  and  raised  american-italian  jersey  girl.  she  and  carlo  met  in  their  first  year  of  college.  they  tell  their  kids  that  they  were  inseparable,  and,  while  that  is  the  truth  -  they  were  on  and  off  for  a  few  years  until  they  finally  got  hitched  and  never  looked  back.  everything  that  they  do  is  built  on  an  infallible  foundation  of  love.

val  and  carlo  had  seven  kids  -  danny  is  the  eldest,  then  carlo,  then  adelina.

it’s  no  mistake  or  fluke  that  the  carlo  and  val's  children  have  the  biggest,  kindest  hearts  of  anyone  you  could  hope  to  meet  -  the  family  has  overcome  hardship  in  stride.  carlo  firsthand  watched  his  own  brother  be  torn  apart  by  their  mother’s  death  and  chose  to  be  better  than  that  +  impress  that  morality  upon  his  kids:  in  the  bellucci  house,  val  and  carlo  taught  kindness  and  empathy  above  all.  this  was  completely  intentional  and  unmissable  in  their  upbringings.

danny  is  the  picture-perfect  portrait  of  ‘don’t  judge  a  book  by  it’s  cover’  -  he  portrays  every  stereotype  of  ‘jock  with  a  heart  of  gold’  and  ‘overprotective  big  brother’.  he  was  the  one  in  high  school  who  was  star  quarterback  of  the  football  team  and  beating  up  kids  who  bullied  the  outcasts.  he  and  eliza  are  grossly  similar:  their  hearts  are  too  big  for  their  bodies.  they’d  do  anything  and  then  some  for  the  people  they  love,  namely  their  family.  eliza’s  impulsivity  is  the  only  thing  that  separates  her  and  danny  -  where  she  is  impulsive,  he’s  a  bit  more  reserved.  (he  has  to  be  in  order  to  level  her  out.)  if  anything,  he  was  more  impulsive  before  eliza’s  arrival  -  he  reworked  his  own  impulsivity  in  order  to  protect  those  around  him.

after  high  school,  danny  pursued  being  a  volunteer  firefighter  before  deciding  to  continue  on  to  college.  he  received  his  bachelor’s  degree  in  human  services,  received  proper  grief  counseling  certification  and  devoted  himself  to  that  craft.  his  parents  couldn’t  be  any  prouder.

for  all  intents  and  purposes,  eliza  is  the  little  sister  /  daughter  of  the  american  bellucci  clan  that  no  one  ever  expected.  the  american  belluccis  did  come  to  visit  anthony  and  eliza  in  sicily  a  few  times  over  the  years  -  as  often  as  they  could.  eliza  did  have  a  relationship  with  her  cousins,  though,  being  an  ocean  away  from  one  another  at  a  young  age  didn’t  allow  for  the  closeness  that  they’d  have  once  she  came  to  the  usa.

carlo  was  the  one  to  pick  eliza  up  from  the  airport  when  she  left  sicily.  she  was  a  fish  completely  out  of  water,  still  a  kid,  sent  from  the  only  home  she’d  ever  known  to  a  country  she  knew  nothing  about  in  order  to  pursue  her  dream  of  music.  carlo,  val  and  all  eliza’s  cousins  welcomed  her  with  open  arms  when  she  needed  it  most.  her  aunt  and  uncle  became  her  adoptive  mother  and  father,  and  all  her  cousins  as  her  siblings.  it  took  years  to  get  comfortable  again  with  a  family  that  she  never  could’ve  imagined  having,  but  they’re  now  completely  inseparable.

danny  and  eliza  are  the  closest  of  all  the  cousins  /  siblings.  he’s  been  by  her  side  since  the  moment  she  got  to  new  jersey.  he  is  the  only  person  she  calls  when  she’s  in  trouble,  he’s  the  only  person  she  trusts  implicitly,  and  the  same  can  be  said  vice  versa.  there  is  no  danny  without  eliza,  and  there  is  no  eliza  without  danny.

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AFTERWARD: OF SWORD & SHIELD (Ch. 3)

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During the many passing yet idle days, you find that your day-to-day routine consists of paperwork and relaying tasks to specific Knights of the Shield agents in the morning. Not only did their tasks and your tasks involve moving items and the occasional people around from within the bustling city, but it also involved the manipulation of the flow of commerce and much, much more. Normally, after you have finished your work, during the late afternoon hours or early evening hours, you often find yourself venturing down into the Underdark to hunt prey for alchemical purposes or to collect exotic plant-based ingredients. Sometimes, you will even mingle with Omeluum and Blurg from the Society of Brilliance and discuss theories or exchange acquired alchemical knowledge with each other.

You also held an interest in how the Myconid Circle colony has been faring with Sovereign Spaw and how the vampire spawns are thriving in the Underdark with the help of the people of Gur—a truly bizarre but inspiring combination set into motion because of Astarion’s actions after the defeat of Cazador.

Eventually, the blurred days turned into a month’s worth of time flown by, and you find it baffling how Withers reunion party and the Emperor’s last letter occurred that many days ago. Naturally, you could only conclude that things were going swell for the Emperor since he has not written word of his progress to you.

One day on a particularly clear night, as you exit the deep bowels of the serene Underdark and make your journey back to the Knights of the Shield’s hideout, you find yourself wandering toward a flat and jagged grass-filled hilltop towering over the unending sparkling sea. A sudden heaviness begins to eat at your chest as your beady black-like eyes listen to the lulling of sea water thrashing rhythmically. It was almost as if the heavy lump from within your chest were not your own.

How long? You ponder, entranced by the temperamental waves. You were missing him again, the Emperor, and his absence apart from Baldur’s Gate felt longer than usual this time around.

“…” You look beyond the shimmering black waters and up at the guiding moon of Selûne, and then you set your feet down onto the grass beneath you. It was a tad unusual for your half-exposed feet to touch grass or a solid surface, since Mind Flayers preferred to levitate rather than physically walk, and levitating at all times has become a motion of habit to you.

It tickles. You note the simple sensation while soaking in the feeling of every blade of green being compacted down and scrunched under your unusual pale-mauve prong toes. But it feels…nice.

 While taking in the scent of the sloshing frigid ocean water along with the barely perceptible smell of green leaf volatiles, you close your eyes and then inhale in another breath of sea breeze. When I was still my lesser version, I enjoyed small, mundane things such as this. I wonder why.

From behind you, a silent shadow approach.

“The sea is an unforgiving beauty,” their husky voice comments. “She will permit voyage across her skin, but she will not hesitate to consume you.”

The Emperor’s grand presence awes you, catching you off-guard as your mind had aimlessly wandered.

“So, you have returned. Welcome back,” you acknowledge him while concealing your state of surprise.

“Indeed,” he confirms.

You look to the Emperor as his feet land onto the soft bed of grass next to you. His stature is tall and magnificent compared to yours. His unmissable, glowing, and vibrant magenta eyes are beautiful and hypnotizing, and his four pink-tinged and mauve-purple tentacles are longer and stronger than yours.

“Nevine tells me you have been keeping yourself busy during my leave,” he mentions, his arms crossed behind his back.

“What else would I be doing?” You question him, knowing he more than likely charmed Nevine and the other Knights of the Shield agents so he may know all the details of their tasks while he was away.

“Whatever you wanted to do. You are a mind flayer, after all.”

It is no lie you had willfully gone through the process of ceremorphosis for this Mind Flayer after he had captivated your curiosity, and then your heart. More so as it is no lie that the reason you are partially haunted by Karlach's death stems from your selfishness to remain at the Emperor’s side.

“…” You wish to tell him you have yearned for him these past months. But you refrain yourself from spewing such soft-hearted words to him as you swallow down your inner conflict of past and present guilt.

The Emperor’s gaze travels beyond the outstretched night sky and then to you.

“I have missed you,” he nonchalantly tells you in that serious and husky voice of his.

Your eyes lock, and a rush of warmth like coyness flushes over you entirely. You quickly turn your head away to avoid your evident outburst of illithid embarrassment. You try to calm your explosive heart down by asking, “Really?”

“We are bonded. And we have already communed with the entirety of our minds. How could I not?”

“I calculated that our relationship was nothing more than a business partnership,” you calmly and outwardly confess.

“Rightly so. But it is also much more than that.”

“I see…so my calculation was…off.”

The Emperor raises a tentacle to your pale-mauve face. Gently, he caresses you with it. “I will understand if you see our partnership only as a business transaction. But I did not…”

Abruptly, you tilt your head to peer up at his fixated and looming gaze. “Because of our unusual dynamic, I naturally preconceived you were not interested in a relationship…since nothing else has occurred after…”

He looks at you with wonderment while giving you a sense of comfort.

“Was I not the one who asked to explore the possibility of a deeper relationship?” He then asks.

You pause for a moment, and then you gingerly wrap a tentacle around his pink-tinged tentacle caressing your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize while stroking his much thicker tentacle back. “I do want a deeper relationship with you.”

His glowing purplish-red eyes squint at you—a smile of relief and assurance. “You are perfect. You are the greatest ally I could ever ask for. And you are mine as I am yours—sword and shield, just like I had said before.”

The Emperor gingerly tugs at your coiled tentacle wrapped around his, and then he draws you closer. “Come. It is late. And we must head back.”

***

At the bottom of the toiling staircase and beyond the bulwark, candlelight flickering from the chandelier casts multiple outstretched shadows onto the stone floor where Nevine and four other Knights of the Shield agents await The Emperor and your return. The clicking of the lock from the main entrance alerts them, and Nevine shoots up from her seat and into a dutiful stance.

“They are here,” she ushers the fellow agents lined along her left and right side to also stand.

The bulky door draws open, and you stop amidst the wide gap as five agents stand before you and the Mind Flayer you have run off with. They stand stiffly with unnerving anxiety at the end of the draped table, their gazes catching a glimpse of the Emperor who is in mid conversation with you.

You levitate into the entrance of the Main Hall with the Emperor trailing close behind, his eyes focused on you and his hands propped sophistically behind his back.

“It is good to see our operations proceed accordingly,” the Emperor mentions while you secure the door shut, his voice trailing off into silence as he sees five agents bowing before him.

“Welcome back Master.” They hail in synchronization; each distinct voice trailing off each other’s.

“Well?” You cheekily ask the Emperor in mental privacy, the lids of your black-green eyes smiling.

Nevine and the few agents at her side remain in a half-bow. Their faces stare at the cold stone floor, waiting for an order.

“You may rise,” the Emperor commands with grace and authority.

You watch in silence as the four agents and Nevine stiffen in fear, curiosity, pride, and trust.

The Emperor, with his hands behind his back, eyes each humanoid body down, and then he says, “You are dismissed until tomorrow afternoon. I expect there to be no tardiness.”

They look at each other in puzzlement and then back at the Emperor.

“Y-yes. Thank you,” a well-trusted female agent of the Shield bows deeply.

A tingle of joy travels across your head. They are filled with uncertainty, surprise, and relieved thrill. You watch each agent bow and scramble off with merry whispers and cheer.

There is no doubt they will drink until their stomachs burst and brains grow hazy. You hypothesize.

“Master Tav,” Nevine calls out to you and only you.

The Emperor’s eyes direct in your direction, and you call out to her, too.

“Won’t you take the night and morning off with your colleagues, Nevine?” You question her.

She glowers at you, her stubbornness peaking beyond all of Faerûn.

“What use am I if I leave your side?” She protests, clenching her fists into a furled ball.

“The Emperor has returned for a brief respite. Take the remaining hours off. Once he resumes with his travels, so shall you.”

She thinks about it for a moment, and then she respectively bows to you and the Emperor.

“Thank you,” she says before exiting the Main Hall.

“Such an inconsequential thing,” the Emperor conveys his thoughts onto you in privacy, “…and you continue to keep her at your side.”

You chuckle at his remark as he makes his way toward the draped table decorated with documents and notes.

“She pines for you.” He flips through a few pages of parchment paper stacked beside a messily stacked tower of books. “I have seen her desires.”

You levitate toward the Mind Flayer reading before you, and then you take a seat on the seating bench.

“Are you sulking?” You ask out of curiosity.

“For you to not enthrall her…a ridiculous notion. She is unstable with her delusions—of you.”

As you watch him discreetly fret, you cannot help but bring forth the vivid moment you had set your forest green eyes on the Emperor’s entirety for the very first time. During that dire event when the Githyanki attacked the campsite at nightfall, he had urged you for your aid in taking down Orpheus’ faithful honor guards from within the Astral Prism. Back then, you did not find your dream guardian's true identity to be an encumbering distaste—though it was a major reveal filled with brief shock. Truthfully, to the former you, or whose strong remnants you still hold, the exposed Mind Flayer in need of your help was simply a mind flayer. But through time and countless saves from the said flayer, your former self had grown trustful and even fond of them.

An odd one he is. You chuckle to yourself whilst in past thought.

“Emperor, I vaguely recall a similar action of yours when I was…lesser.” You casually bring up, a bit puzzled.

The Emperor sets the sheets of scribbled paper back onto their designated stack, and then he towers over you as you observe his process of emotions.

“I did not want to use force. You also responded more reasonably than I had anticipated. Now look at you,” his husky voice trails off in commendation.

“Nevine proves herself to be of skillful use. She ensures the agents of the Shield are running when I am occupied,” you remind him, your hands grazing over the emblem on his lower abdomen. “It would be a waste to consume her because of her fantasies.”

“If you cannot consume her, thrall her, at least.”

“If my hand must be forced to, I will.”

“On your word.”  

Your black-green irises reflect off the flickering candlelight above the Main Hall’s ceiling, and you agree to the words spewed from your mouth.

“In my name,” you assure.

His eyes glisten as you pledge your promise, and then he eases you by gently brushing your face with his hand. “There will be no hesitation to kill her if she shows violent intentions to our plans—our partnership.”

You nod your head lightly, touching his hand with your tentacle in a caressing manner.

“Enough. Let us discuss other subjects.” The Emperor ends the former topic of conversation.

“Shall we discuss work?” You query.

“Like them, we, too, shall rest.”

You look up at the Emperor with a dumbfounded expression.

“Did you think I do not know how to rest once in a while?” He chuckles at your widened eyes in amusement. “Even I need to decompress.”

You twirl another tentacle around his hand that lays against your cheek. “…have you eaten?”

“I have,” his deep voice growls into a faded hum.

“Hm…seems you have considering your mucus is healthy.” You single out, twirling one of your lightly tinged pale-mauve tentacles between the palm of his hand and your cheek.

“Then…shall I show you what I have been trying to perfect during my pastime?” You suggest.

It was obvious you were trying to hold in your bubbling excitement, and the Emperor found it endearing. He gently takes hold of your tentacle slithering between his fingers and palm, his powerful magenta-colored eyes squinting at you in calm intrigue as you ease his hand away with respect. He cerebrally smiles at you and says, “I am listening. Lead the way...”

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In antiquity, the influence of the moon on earthbound life was intuited—and celebrated. Our ancestors revered the moon as the equal of the sun, a dynamic signature of time, and a potent source of fertility.

“Time was first reckoned by lunations, and every important ceremony took place at a certain phase of the moon,” wrote English classicist Robert Graves in The Greek Myths. A 25,000-year-old limestone carving discovered in a rock shelter in France depicts a pregnant woman holding what appears to be a bison horn with the swoop of a crescent moon and 13 small notches—a possible paean to reproductive and lunar cycles. And some early Meso-American cultures seemed to believe that the moon deity controlled sexuality, growth, rainfall, and the ripening of crops.

In more recent times, the importance of the moon to Earth’s creatures has been eclipsed by the great solar engine of life. The sun is searingly bright, palpably hot, bold, and unmissable; our steadfast companion for many of our waking hours. The moon is spectral and elusive; we typically catch it in glimpses, in partial profile, a smudge of white in the dark or a glinting parenthesis. Sunlight bakes the soil, bends the heads of flowers, pulls water from the seas. Moonlight seems to simply descend, deigning to visit us for the evening. We still perceive the sun as the great provider—the furnace of photosynthesis—but the moon has become more like mood lighting for the mystical and occult; more a symbol of the spirit world than of our own. “There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery,” wrote Joseph Conrad in Lord Jim. The sun’s immense power over Earth and its creatures is scientific fact; to endow the moon with equal power is to embrace fairy tales and ghost stories.

Perhaps with such biases in mind, scientists in the past several decades have been much more interested in earthly life’s relationship with the sun than its potential interaction with the moon. This disparity widened around the 1970s and ’80s with the discovery of circadian clocks—sun-synced networks of genes, proteins, and neurons—in flies, rodents, and other lab animals. But nature itself has been far more impartial, especially in the oceans, where life first evolved. Numerous sea creatures also move in time with the silver pendulum of night.

 —   The Lunar Sea

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Surinam golden-eyed tree frog in French Guiana

The Surinam golden-eyed tree frog is a species of frog in the family Hylidae found in Bolivia, Brazil, Ecuador, French Guiana, Peru, Suriname, and possibly Colombia. Its natural habitat is subtropical or tropical moist lowland forests. It is threatened by habitat loss

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Taste the local cuisine in French Guiana

Cassava, a root vegetable often used in French Guianan dishes

You’ll immediately be struck by the variety of influences playing their parts local cuisine: French, Creole, Chinese – you name it, you'll find it.

First things first, prepare yourself for some spicy cooking. Like we mentioned earlier, the tongue-bitingly hot Cayenne pepper rules the spice rack in French Guiana.

Other unmissable local dishes often include cassava (a root vegetable) among the ingredients, and are made up with smoked fish or chicken, and delicious, doughy roti flatbread. Expect many dishes to be flavoured with fruits, too.

French Guiana's Geography & Landscapes

French Guiana, an overseas department and region of France, is located on the Northeastern coast of South America. It’s geography and landscapes can be broadly divided into three zones:

Coastal Plains: Stretching along the Atlantic Ocean, these low-lying coastal plains host the majority of the population, including the capital city, Cayenne. This region is characterized by mangroves, sandy beaches, and palm-fringed coastal savannahs.

Inland Hills: As you move inland from the coastal plains, the terrain begins to rise into small, rolling hills known as the “Petite Montagne”. These hills are home to forests, streams, and savannas, with diverse wildlife.

Southern Rainforests and Tumuc-Humac mountains: The vast majority of French Guiana’s interior is covered by some of the most pristine and bio-diverse rainforests in the world, forming part of the Amazon Rainforest. Further south, the terrain elevates into the Tumuc-Humac mountain range, creating an undulating landscape of hills, mountains, and dense forest.

Surinam Golden-eyed Tree Frog (Trachycephalus coriaceus), male getting fully inflated and calling for fine ass females, family Hylidae, French Guiana

photograph by Jungle Merlin  

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Top 5 Must-See Places in Mauritius for Your Dream Getaway

Planning your next tropical vacation? Mauritius, nestled in the Indian Ocean, is a paradise renowned for its turquoise waters, lush greenery, and vibrant culture. Whether you're looking to relax on pristine beaches or explore rich heritage sites, this island nation offers an unforgettable experience. If you're searching for the ideal Mauritius Holiday Package from Dubai, these five must-see places should top your itinerary.

1. Le Morne Brabant: A Mountain with History and Breathtaking Views

Le Morne Brabant isn’t just a natural wonder; it’s a UNESCO World Heritage Site deeply rooted in the island's history. This towering mountain served as a refuge for escaped slaves during colonial times, symbolizing freedom and resilience.

Why Visit?

Adventure: Hike to the summit for sweeping views of the Indian Ocean and surrounding landscapes.

Relaxation: The nearby beaches are perfect for unwinding, offering calm turquoise waters and soft sands.

Le Morne is a blend of adventure and history, making it an unmissable stop on your trip.

2. Black River Gorges National Park: Nature at Its Best

For nature enthusiasts, this sprawling park is one of the best places to visit in Mauritius. Covering over 6,500 hectares, it showcases the island’s diverse flora and fauna.

Highlights:

Wildlife: Spot endangered species like the Mauritian pink pigeon and flying fox.

Trails: Explore nearly 50 kilometers of hiking paths that lead to waterfalls and stunning viewpoints.

Picnics: Enjoy a serene picnic surrounded by lush greenery.

Whether you're hiking or simply soaking in the scenery, the park is a must-see for those who love the outdoors.

3. Île aux Cerfs: A Slice of Tropical Heaven

Looking for pristine beaches and crystal-clear waters? Île aux Cerfs is your answer. This island gem is often included in Mauritius holiday packages from Dubai for its unmatched beauty.

What to Do:

Water Sports: Snorkeling, parasailing, and glass-bottom boat rides are just a few of the activities available.

Relaxation: Lounge on white sandy beaches surrounded by breathtaking lagoons.

Golfing: Play a round on the 18-hole championship golf course with stunning ocean views.

It’s the ultimate destination for both adventure seekers and beach lovers.

4. Chamarel Seven-Coloured Earths: A Natural Marvel

Chamarel’s Seven-Coloured Earths is a geological wonder you won’t find anywhere else. The vibrant hues of red, brown, violet, blue, green, purple, and yellow make this natural attraction a true spectacle.

Nearby Attraction:The Chamarel Waterfall, the tallest on the island, is just a short distance away. Surrounded by lush greenery, it’s the perfect spot for stunning photographs.

This unique landscape is a must-visit for anyone seeking Instagram-worthy sights and memorable experiences.

5. Grand Bassin (Ganga Talao): A Spiritual Haven

Grand Bassin, or Ganga Talao, is a serene crater lake that holds deep religious significance for Hindus in Mauritius. Each year, thousands of devotees visit during Maha Shivaratri to honor Lord Shiva.

Why Visit?

Cultural Insight: Explore temples and monuments around the lake, including the iconic 33-meter-tall Shiva statue.

Peaceful Setting: The tranquil surroundings are ideal for reflection and meditation.

Even if you’re not religious, the cultural richness and natural beauty of Grand Bassin make it a must-see destination.

Why Choose a Mauritius Holiday Package from Dubai?

If you’re traveling from Dubai, a well-curated holiday package can simplify your trip and ensure you experience the best Mauritius has to offer. Many packages include these top attractions, along with luxurious accommodations and convenient transport options.

Plan Your Dream Mauritius Getaway

Mauritius is more than a vacation destination; it’s a place where nature, culture, and relaxation come together. These top five places offer a mix of adventure, tranquility, and cultural exploration that will leave you with unforgettable memories.

Ready to explore this tropical paradise? Start by booking your Mauritius Holiday Package from Dubai, and let the island’s wonders enchant you.